starter for: @coachdavis. location: dolly’s diner. time: evening, around 8pm.
At least it’s Sunday was Lorianne’s mantra throughout the entire day. At least it’s Sunday, at least it’s Sunday, she says over and over again inside her mind, hoping it might ease her nerves. She’s been endlessly anxious these days and the prospect alone has killed her. She was once a firecracker, this town’s cool girl. And now she was just another somebody, falling victim to her hidden insecurities and sorrows.
“We’re closing!” She calls out to someone who enters Dolly’s, the little bell on the door chiming. Lori turns, averting his eyes to the source. When she sees Owen, a smile spreads across her mouth. “Hey, long time no see. You’re not getting any special treatment, we’re still closing. I’ll get you a coffee and that’s it, stud.”
