Four hours later, after the pillow talk, Logan and Riley were sitting in a breakfast restaurant, about twenty minutes from the dilapidated motel where they were staying. It was nine in the morning. The sun was shining brightly outside the restaurant and made the sky look even more dazzling. Riley sat quietly, eating her breakfast calmly. A plate of fried scrambled eggs and sausage. She ate her food voraciously and without refusal like a few days ago. In fact, this morning she felt more excited about starting a new day with a new plan that had been stuck in her brain since a few hours ago.
"You like the food?"
“This place is great. I mean the interior is nice, the food is good. It's definitely different from the motel we stayed in last night."
"Glad you like it. I hope you eat your break
