The next night, I found myself standing outside the familiar doors of the old restaurant where I had once worked as a waitress. The rain had given way to a clear, starlit sky, a stark contrast to the tumultuous journey that had brought me to this moment. The restaurant stood as a reminder of the past, a place where I had once chased dreams and struggled to make ends meet.
As I stepped through the glass doors and into the dimly lit dining area, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The familiar clatter of cutlery and the low hum of conversations enveloped my senses, bringing back memories of countless busy nights and countless encounters with customers. I was greeted by the warm, welcoming smile of Bob.
"Evie, my dear, good to have you back," he said in his gravelly voice. "You'll be workin
