“Eighth Street Diner” Czigani snorted as she looked up at the sign above the front entrance. “I wonder what genius came up with that novel name.” 

Both women strolled into the quaint diner, being hit by the multitude of smells emanating from the kitchen, some good, some not so bad, but as both were hungry they didn’t care much. For mid-morning on a weekday, there were quite a few customers, mostly older couples in booths and a few stray fellows sitting up on the barstools up at the counter. Classic rock, circa 1970s, was playing in the background and two waitresses -one looking to the be in her early twenties and the other who could have worked there at the turn of the twentieth century- busily went back and forth from the dining area to the front counter with food and empty dishes. Czigani scanned the room, picking up on various conversations, some of which were nothing more than idle chit-chat as they waited for their meals. 

“Seat ya’selves ladies.” The older woman’s voice carried boldly across the room. “I’ll be right with ya.”

The booth near the window seemed fine for them of both, as it gave them a pretty good vantage point to keep an eye on the small “Palm Reader” business a block up the road. The fact that it was part of a strip of stores facing the main road made it easier to keep track of anyone coming and going. A middle-aged dark skinned man sitting in the neighboring booth nursed a tall orange juice, and simply stared for a moment through his thick glasses at both women before turning his attention out the window.

“Hey Kel.” Czi paused for a moment, a slight smirk formed on her lips. She never thought she’d address her new friend with a nickname already, which caught her off guard. “Um, I really need to use the restroom so...please order me whatever you’re eating. Oh, and keep the coffee coming. ” She gave Kelly a wink before heading toward the restroom.

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