NOAH
I had just finished my evening rounds, but I didn’t feel like going home yet. My stomach grumbled faintly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything proper all day. I decided to look for a place to eat, though I had no idea what I actually wanted.
I drove around aimlessly for almost an hour, letting the streets blur past my windshield, until I realized—almost unconsciously—that I had ended up in front of the same diner where Olivia and I had eaten together before.
I parked the car in the parking lot and went inside.
Some of the staff recognized me right away. One of them greeted me politely, led me to a table, and took my order without much small talk. The familiar routine felt oddly comforting.
As I ate, my gaze drifted to the glass window. Outside, the road stretche
