He felt like he had reached a sort of safe haven. Despite his journey, while it was long. Days and nights he felt like he walked here everything was fine. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. The whole show was orchestrated by two women. Older than him he thought for sure, maybe his moms age, but they seemed still older than that. They had to be someone else he thought in the back. Making the food, they just disappeared here and there to grab some of it. Almost as soon as the doors would swing close behind them, they appeared again. Leaving with empty hands returning with them full.
He looked around, everything seemed like a regular, or that they knew they woman. People exchanged jokes and smiles, and asked them how different people were. He wasn't sure if the other people they were referring to worked there, or old friends. That was sort of their delivery, laughing after each sentence.
"You ready hon?"
He nodded. "Just uh, the omelette, please for me. But with hash browns, and wheat toast please."
"You got it."
She wrote something down and disappeared. She returned with a bottle of ketchup, and winked at him as she put it down before she quickly moved on.
He looked around, everything seemed like a regular, or that they knew they woman. People exchanged jokes and smiles, and asked them how different people were. He wasn't sure if the other people they were referring to worked there, or old friends. That was sort of their delivery, laughing after each sentence.
"You ready hon?"
He nodded. "Just uh, the omelette, please for me. But with hash browns, and wheat toast please."
"You got it."
She wrote something down and disappeared. She returned with a bottle of ketchup, and winked at him as she put it down before she quickly moved on.