@talkative-fairy
Shelley had been to this diner once before. Having been in New York City for only a day or two, it was surprising that she’d already found somewhere that she liked. There was a book shop just across the road that held some of her favorite classics and she’d managed to buy a few of them with the loose change she’d been given on her travels. Still, there was something about the comforting smell of junk food that made her want to linger in the diner rather than find a seat in the book store and anyways, it was frowned upon to read the merchandise in store.
She’d taken a booth with a plate full of fries to occupy her inbetween pages. Not that they really curbed any sort of hunger she had, but she’d learned long ago to eat food like this to abate the curiosity of those who might recognize her for what she truly was. She was reading a copy of Wuthering Heights and had reached to turn the next plate when she looked up to see a girl walk in. She obviously worked there, dressed in uniform. Their eyes naturally met and Shelley gave her a small smile before going back to her reading.