It had been most of a month since Gert's death, and that was enough time for Bay to start to heal. Enough time for her to appreciate the summer-like heat in the air on her walk to the diner, to smile when a song she liked came on the kitchen radio. It wasn't that she'd stopped hurting, but for the first time it seemed like she wouldn't always hurt, and that was what mattered.
She put the relatively increase in energy to work, pulling out the cleaning supplies to give the back booths in the diner what seemed like an overdue scrubbing. It was just in time: she swore one of the food stains on the floor was starting to sprout fur.
Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Stir-fried Pea ShootsAsparagus TempuraRhubarb-Strawberry Pudding Cake