“Err..Hey!” You respond.
(was there a different guest being unhelpful before? more hope now then.)
“Do… do you know what this is actually?”
Unsure if you were asking about the diner or this strange land.
"Yah it’s Singing Sunday of course.”
The next song comes on and it’s one you’ve never heard of before but the group looses their mind.
“You know all of the songs?”
“Heck yah, we chose them all! My buddies and I meet up here to hang out and hear them.”
He turns to join in with the laughter, and you leave him be. You sit in your seat and look around at the scene. You see the wooden beams, the _______.
Before you can watch them eat it someone steps forward in front of your view. You look up to see a waitress standing by you.
“Hello, would you like to order anything”
You smile warmly at her.
“No, no I’m fine thanks.” still following your train of thought. But then after she gives a warm smile and starts to walk away, you change your mind and call her back over.
“So…um…this is actually my first time here. Well, it’s my first time here at all. Is it your first day here?”
You are unsure if she is a friend to you in this moment but you ask “do you get what I’m saying?”
“Um no it’s not my first day here. I work here, and I see all of these faces a lot” she smiles with warm recollection, “but I haven’t seen yours.” As she says this a realization dawns on her face. “Come with me” she says, and maybe it’s the warmth in her eyes, or lack of options, but you trust her, and follow her to the back room of the diner.
Here, amongst the shelves of produce, she turns to face you.
“A man once came by, weeks ago, saying a similar thing. That he was new here, and din’t know where he was, something about clicking a button on a portfolio”