Chapter 5Hailee stepped into Mel’s Diner fifteen minutes later. The quaint, 1950s retro-throwback restaurant had become the main hub where all her friends met for the past four years, long before they had even started their improv group on-campus. Hailee had been a newbie to the city and waltzed into the registration office to ask the people at the front desk to help her with her scheduled. When a tall and brash—and sort of cute—woman named Yessina had been there and helped her with the alacrity of someone who had grown up in the city, she’d asked her that. Yessina laughed, said she was from another town over, but had gone to the school and either worked in the food service building or at the register’s office for the past ten years. She loved it here, and it was through Yessina, that Hail
