Tori
When I arrived at Bookends, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the distinct smell of new books greeted me. I was a little bit nervous to be hanging out with Naomi outside of our norm. She had become a patient, and it was a bit awkward, but I wanted to connect with her. I wanted to be her friend. I wanted my life to finally begin. I took a seat at one of the tables before I scanned the menu. I was in the mood for something different.
“Hey, Tori,” Naomi greeted me as she sat down across from me. Her smile was friendly, and her posture was relaxed. Maybe I had been worried about this for nothing. “Thank you for inviting me out for lunch,”
“No problem,” I said just as a server came over to take our order. “Grilled chicken and cheese melt,” I ordered my usual, while Naomi ordered a
