Diana
The day passes in a blur of nervous energy and racing thoughts. Despite my best efforts to focus on my work, I find myself distracted, my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of tonight's dinner. By the time evening rolls around, I've worked myself into such a state of panic that even Ellen notices something's amiss.
"Diana, honey," she says, her brow furrowed with concern, "is everything alright? You seem a million miles away today."
I open my mouth to brush off her concern, but then hesitate. Maybe talking about it would help? After all, two heads are better than one, and Ellen's years of experience running the diner might prove invaluable.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to confide in her – or at least, as much as I can without revealing the supernatural aspects of my life.
"Well," I begin hesitantly, "I've invited someone over for dinner tonight. As a thank you for helping me out with something important."
Ellen's eyebrows rise with interest. "Oh? And who might this someone b
