Chapter 8The diner looked exactly like Aaron remembered, down to the duct tape holding some of the old vinyl cushions in the booths together. It smelled the same too: oil and bacon grease and salt. It made his stomach growl. He wondered if the kids from the high school still hung out here every afternoon because there was f**k all else to do in Spruce Creek, but it was the middle of the day, so he had no way of knowing.
He took a seat at a booth, catching Charlie’s eye as she worked the counter. She looked surprised to see him and, as soon as she was done ringing up some woman’s coffee, came walking over to him. She was wearing the same mint green dresses the waitresses had been wearing a decade ago, with a white apron tied around her waist.
She handed Aaron a menu. “You finally got out
