Mira Pov “Table six wants more coffee.”I didn’t even look up from the counter.“They’ve had four refills already.”“Then make it five,” Kelly said, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.I finally glanced at her. She was leaning on the counter like she owned the place, dark curls tied into a messy bun, apron half-knotted around her waist. My coworker. And unfortunately, my closest thing to a best friend at work.“One day you’re going to learn how to do your own job,” I said, grabbing the coffee pot.Kelly just grinned. “Not today.”“Yeah, I noticed.”She laughed as I walked past her toward table six, and I muttered something under my breath that made her laugh even more.The diner wasn’t packed, but it also wasn’t empty. Just the usual faces scattered around like they had assigned seats no one officially gave them. Mr. Thompson sat by the window with his newspaper like he did every afternoon, even though everyone knew he mostly just read the same page twice.Mrs. Grady
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