Chapter 78

There is a stark contrast between the Old Diner at night versus the day. During the night, the teens and young adults and dancers take it over. Most of the time, it seems something straight out of a Grease musical-with people dancing on counters and tables, and girls being thrown up and around by boys. There's a jukebox that plays records but also can be plugged up to an auxiliary chord for people to play the hot tracks of today.

Though, during the daytime it's tamer. The cool, white light of the Pacific Northwest bled through the windows. It's filled with mellow jazz and blues, the sounds of the milkshake machine and eggs sizzling on a pan, and students working on homework.

As I walk in with my parents, my gaze dances over to the corner booth that I know all too well. I can almost see the memory of Ariella sitting there, waiting for me to join her for a hot chocolate. This diner used to be filled with our laughs and bickering.

"I'm so hungry," My mom wraps her arm around me, "You loo