Here’s your writing prompt for the week:
She looked up from the map as the waitress dropped the plate of something that vaguely resembled food on the table in front of her.
“Need anything else, sweetie?”
Did she need anything else? She needed a lot of things, things that couldn’t be found in diner kitchen. No, the things she needed could only be found in a pair of amber eyes and a whiskey-tinged laugh two towns over.
“No, just another cup of coffee.”