Lynn was busking on the corner of a decently busy intersection for a couple hours when she finally got hungry enough to stop. The diner across the way from her had been steadily busy the entire time and the recent lunch rush had caused a bouquet of delicious smells to rise into the sultry summer air; it would have taken someone with far better will power than she to turn it down. And anyways, it would be out of the heat.
There was a tinny bell that clanged cheerfully as she pushed open the door, revealing your standard Mom and Pop type of diner. She was shown to a booth near the back and started looking over a small menu that didn’t seem to have changed much over the years. She went with a burger and fries, eating in neat bites as she watched the crowd jostle about. The food was surprisingly good, possibly the best diner food she had eaten in a while and she wasn’t ready to go once she was done, so she flagged her waitress down and asked for an ice cream sunday. Once that arrived, she dug in, savoring the rich chocolate while she sat back and people-watched.
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