Nina
I went to work that night with a smile on my face. It felt good to get back to work, and the diner was surprisingly busy, which kept me occupied after spending so much time in my head for the past couple of weeks. It was refreshing to feel like my life was getting back to some sense of normalcy; no Lisa, no skeleton bodyguard as far as I could see, and no strange attacks from feral werewolves.
Halfway through my shift, however, it seemed that the universe simply couldn’t exist without throwing some sort of drama in my face.
I was cleaning up dishes and wiping down tables after the dinner rush. It was quiet in the diner now, with only a few people seated here and there. I was whistling along to the music playing on the radio, and smiling to myself, just happy to be back in my old ro
