The Sunnyside Diner was tucked neatly on a corner and looked just as old school as the interior design of my new house. It felt like something out of the 50’s with black and white checkered floor tiles and roomy red booths with white tabletops. “Hey there officer,” the older lady at the front desk said, saluting Officer Lucas. “The usual?”
“Yes,” he said, offering a big smile.
Giving a nod, the lady led us through the café toward a corner booth. I sat down, watching him give the woman a quick hug before taking his own seat and offering me a sheepish smile. He seemed . . . really kind. The older woman’s nametag read “Monica” and her smile made her brown eyes crinkle. “Can I start you off with a drink, dear?”
“Water, please,” I mumbled, glancing down at the menus she se
