Shana entered the diner hesitantly. Sliding behind a table, she lifted the sticky laminated menu to hide behind.
“I see you found it!”
Marco and Amy moved onto the bench in front of her.
“Isn’t this place cool? They make the best food in the area – authentic home-made cooking.”
“I am not so sure about this, guys. Looks a bit sketchy.”
“You said you wanted to be ordinary. This is it! Time to step down from your ivory tower Shana.”
I hoped, though, that I wouldn’t get sick eating food that wasn’t prepared in our sterile kitchen at home.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)