The diner definitely wasn't one of Elena's usual haunts. The girl stuck out like a sore thumb in the tacky, poorly decorated 80s style restaurant. It was brightly coloured, and the special were hand scrawled all over the walls with what she was sure the workers thought were clever. There was even a jukebox in the back, playing old songs that sounded a touch grainy.
A boy had asked her here. It was the only reason why she had come. It was the first time anyone had paid any attention to her or indicated a desire to really spend time with her, outside of her childhood friend Vesper.
She hoped the boy was actually interested ... but he was already an hour late.
Elena sipped at her strawberry milkshake as she shifted in her booth. Had she been stood up ... ?
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