A/N: I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.
A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate, but then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now, Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.
“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order as almost to the door.
“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”
“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”
“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.
Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six as. A look of terror fell over his pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Lou was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.
I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”