Chapter 17: Start Over

The scent of the food hit Avery before he was even in the building. It was cheesy, greasy, and full of carbs, everything doctors told people not to eat. It was what made it taste so good. The scent alone made him smile. It had become a familiar scent, a distinction of somewhere he belonged. It had been a while since he had felt that way. He opened the door to the restaurant to find the place flooded with customers, every table was filled. A small group of people stood at the counter eating, lunch time was on. He didn’t have a chance to take it all in before his roommate Mike tossed an apron at him. He caught it and opened it to look over it. It was bright yellow with a small frill at the bottom. It had dark blue on the front of it in the shape of a smiley face. Mike knew how much he hated this apron, it was the only one in the restaurant that wasn’t just plain and black. He wasn’t the only one who hated the apron, it was why no other waiter wore it. He rolled his eyes and made his w