Evaline:
"Mr. Wood, could you stop here for a moment?" I asked, leaning slightly forward in my seat as I looked out the window.
The car slowed almost immediately, coming to a gentle halt outside a small, warmly lit diner tucked between two older buildings. Its signboard was simple, the paint a little faded, but the soft yellow glow spilling out through the glass windows made the place look inviting... like it held stories, laughter, and the comforting clatter of plates within its walls.
"Of course, Miss Evaline," Mr. Wood replied, pulling the car neatly to the curb. "Shall I wait?"
"Yes, please," I said with a small smile as I reached for the door handle. "But it might take a while."
"It's alright. You can take your time."
As soon as I stepped out, the rich, warm, and unmistakably comforting scent of food hit me. My stomach rumbled traitorously, and I chuckled under my breath. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was.
