Olivia
The diner was alive with the usual morning bustle as the waitress approached our booth, carrying a tray of steaming food.
“Here you go,” she said, setting a plate of fragrant chocolate chip pancakes in front of Nathan first.
I felt my mouth start to water just looking at them; they were even bigger and fluffier than I remembered, and it seemed as though the cooks had no shortage of chocolate chips. She set a plate of bacon down next, and I sat in awe of its glimmering sheen and crispy edges.
I had been excited for the chocolate chip pancakes that I also ordered, the comfort of a familiar meal to alleviate the tension that had settled between Nathan and me.
Unfortunately, my anticipation deflated as the waitress set down eggs benedict in front of me. I frowned as I looked down
