Kinsey shifted her car into park as she stared at the front of Gracie's Diner. Surely, this isn't the right place. People actually eat here? She almost felt as if she'd rather drive the thirty extra minutes in either direction for something a little less…rustic. Why in the world would Fitz choose this place for breakfast?
Gracie's Diner was attached to the west side of a building, which also held a gas station with a convenience store for those people traveling from the coast to the house of the mouse who couldn't make it without a Snickers or a bag of chips. I think I'd starve before stopping here. The concrete building was a smear of faded white paint and grime, neither of which would come off with a pressure-washer by the looks of it. The parking lot was in even worse shape as Kinsey d
