Apr 13, 2016
“ Hate to do this, buddy, but if you’re gonna finish that, now would be the time. I’m closing up in five. ” The diner is barren of customers by now, save for one ––– a lone night owl nested in one of the booths, seemingly in no rush to vacate. Apology adorns her lips, a fleeting glance ventured as she wipes down the counter. Patience wears thin beneath the stoic surface; the dull throb inside her skull begging for relief only sleep can provide.
@lycangene liked for a thing.