It was around ten after Life when he came in.

Nightshift was the best shift, to the three that worked at the diner at The End.

It let the dishwasher have a break when their feet started to hurt. It let the cook wear headphones while he worked. And it let the waitress write in her journal.

The customer was no one special. An average joe with a bit of scruff and a plain, if respectable outfit. He sat at a booth near the kitchen and ordered a cup of coffee, some pancakes, and a side of hashbrowns.

As the waitress poured some coffee, he asked her, “Where am I?”

She shrugged. “Where you’re supposed to be.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I really don’t know where I am!”

“I know,” she said calmly. “And like I said. You’re where you’re supposed to be.” She set a small pitcher of cream and sugar shaker down. “Food will be ready soon.”

“Wait!” He nearly grabbed her arm. “May I have a pen and napkin please?”

She brought him the requested items and went back to the kitchen.

“They’re always so jittery,” she commented to the cook.

Adapted from https://blog.reedsy.com/shortstory/fnr6jo/

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