**Clarissa’s POV**
I check the time, and it's already 4:31 pm, but two customers are still waiting for their orders. I've instructed Willow to package the fried chicken so I can flip the sign on the door to 'closed.' We're planning to wrap things up for the day.
As I pass through the sitting area, one of the customers waves at me, asking when his order will be ready. I inform him that it's being packed and will be given to him in a few minutes.
Exiting the diner, I turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' and decide to pause for a moment outside the door to enjoy the cool evening breeze. I can't believe I'm standing here exposed, but oddly, I'm not afraid at all.
Initially, when I opened this diner, I used to worry about being exposed without security. Corrigan insisted on hiring two security
