Breakfast with a side of jerk
*Lena* The morning sun filters through the motel window, casting a warm glow across the small diner where we’ve gathered for breakfast. The air is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, and I can hear the clatter of dishes as the waitress moves between tables. I sit across from Zac, who seems to radiate energy, his enthusiasm from yesterday’s storm still palpable. “Did you see how the clouds were rotating?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he gestures animatedly. “It was like nature was putting on a show just for us.” “Totally! I’ve never felt anything like it,” I reply, my heart racing at the memory of the storm’s chaotic beauty. The adrenaline starts coursing through me like a powerful current at the memory. Soren, Skip, and Jules are at the table too,
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