First message
I snuff out the cigarette I was smoking and pull open the door to the diner. That same chime sound from the bell is like a welcome home. This diner was my whole childhood. My father has met people here before too, nice place. But almost as soon as I sat down, my eye caught the back of the kitchen. I couldn’t really hear - but I saw him slap her, hard. I sat up in my seat, ready to do something. Now get out there and serve that nice man with a smile! The presumed boss screamed at her.