Chapter 8: Breakfast At Sammy’s
The bell above Sammy’s diner door let out a a soft chime as Ethan walked inside.
The scent of coffee, pancakes, and slightly overcooked bacon hit him instantly—nostalgic, in a strange way.
His eyes scanned the place, landing on her almost immediately.
Lillian was already there, seated in a booth near the window, nervously fiddling with a straw wrapper.
She was still in her blue best buy Lacoste, but Ethan immediately noticed that her hair was down, instead of the usual bun she tied it in.
As her eyes darted around, she suddenly spotted him standing and their eyes locked.
She gave him a small smile and a wave. Ethan returned it with a casual one of his own and made his way over.
"Hey," he said, sliding into the booth across from her.
"Hi," she replied, voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers fidgeted under the table, hidden from view, but he could tell.
He motioned to the menu. "Hope you haven’t ordered yet. I’m starving."
She shook her head, relieved. "No, I was waiting."