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Street, she passed by the local hardware store and was surprised to see the clerk at the counter wave to her enthusiastically. Nicole waved back, albeit in a more reserved fashion. She stopped at the end of the block and a building at the end of the street caught her attention. The large structure was obviously the city hall. And if the small town was anything like Nicole suspected, it was probably also the courthouse. The three storey structure with a central tower had a kind of gothic look to it. It also appeared as though Main Street dead-ended at the building.
She looked around and noticed several other old buildings. Some were made of stone, others wood. A few even had that look of buildings from the old west she'd seen in movies over the years, with the tall storefronts. There was no doubt that this town had a great deal of historical significance to the region, and Nicole made a mental to note to ask Jaryn exactly when it had been established.
She looked down the cross street at the intersection where she stood to make sure there was no traffic, not that she'd seen much so far. Across the road stood a group of women, who all stood in a tight circle, talking. Nicole saw more than one glance in her direction, and she smiled at them. The dark-haired young woman in the middle of the group waved back, but the others quickly pulled her away down the street.
"Nice to meet you too,” she mumbled.
Nicole crossed the intersection and sure enough, down one more block on the north corner she saw the neon lights advertising the diner lit up against the blue sky, just as Landon said. It was the same diner she'd seen when Jaryn had taken her to the hotel the other day. She headed for the entrance with a bounce in her step. As soon as she stepped in, delicious smells filled the air. The distinct aroma of coffee in the air made her eyes open wide, and the scent of fresh baked pie made her stomach rumble.
Nicole slid into a booth and picked up the old-style menu tucked against the wall behind the carafe of sweetener. The vinyl creaked as she opened it, and the familiar smell of maple syrup wafted up from the plastic.
"Pancakes do sound good,” she whispered.
"Hi, honey, you'll love Clint's short stack. Famous around these mountains. So soft and fluffy they'll melt right in your mouth."
Nicole looked up and smiled at the waitress. Her short blonde hair and bright blue eyes seemed friendly. She wore a traditional diner uniform. Maybe they were keeping with the 1950s theme? Sarah, Nicole's friend back home who taught U.S. history at the same school where Nicole worked, always talked about how even though a little more than three quarters of a century had passed since the time after the last World War, there was something about the period that still spoke to the American people and reminded them of simpler times and good old-fashioned fun. Looking around the diner, Nicole finally understood what Sarah had been trying to explain. In here she felt young, innocent and free-spirited.
Wonder if they pump something into the air system?
"Sounds great. Can I have a glass of orange juice and a coffee as well?"
"Anything for Jaryn's mate. I'll bring out your coffee right away, and the food will be right up! Oh, by the way, I'm Gillian."
The waitress took off before Nicole had a chance to correct her. She looked around the diner and felt her face heat as she found several other patrons’ stares trained her way. Nicole ducked her head and played with the salt shaker sitting on the table. The sound of a car door slamming outside caught her attention, and she looked out through the large windows into the street. Stonepass’ main thoroughfare stretched out before her, and Nicole decided to do a little bit of people-watching while waiting for her food to arrive.
Her coffee arrived and Nicole set about doctoring the heavenly smelling brew. It seemed as though the population of the small town was taking advantage of the nice fall day, as
She looked around and noticed several other old buildings. Some were made of stone, others wood. A few even had that look of buildings from the old west she'd seen in movies over the years, with the tall storefronts. There was no doubt that this town had a great deal of historical significance to the region, and Nicole made a mental to note to ask Jaryn exactly when it had been established.
She looked down the cross street at the intersection where she stood to make sure there was no traffic, not that she'd seen much so far. Across the road stood a group of women, who all stood in a tight circle, talking. Nicole saw more than one glance in her direction, and she smiled at them. The dark-haired young woman in the middle of the group waved back, but the others quickly pulled her away down the street.
"Nice to meet you too,” she mumbled.
Nicole crossed the intersection and sure enough, down one more block on the north corner she saw the neon lights advertising the diner lit up against the blue sky, just as Landon said. It was the same diner she'd seen when Jaryn had taken her to the hotel the other day. She headed for the entrance with a bounce in her step. As soon as she stepped in, delicious smells filled the air. The distinct aroma of coffee in the air made her eyes open wide, and the scent of fresh baked pie made her stomach rumble.
Nicole slid into a booth and picked up the old-style menu tucked against the wall behind the carafe of sweetener. The vinyl creaked as she opened it, and the familiar smell of maple syrup wafted up from the plastic.
"Pancakes do sound good,” she whispered.
"Hi, honey, you'll love Clint's short stack. Famous around these mountains. So soft and fluffy they'll melt right in your mouth."
Nicole looked up and smiled at the waitress. Her short blonde hair and bright blue eyes seemed friendly. She wore a traditional diner uniform. Maybe they were keeping with the 1950s theme? Sarah, Nicole's friend back home who taught U.S. history at the same school where Nicole worked, always talked about how even though a little more than three quarters of a century had passed since the time after the last World War, there was something about the period that still spoke to the American people and reminded them of simpler times and good old-fashioned fun. Looking around the diner, Nicole finally understood what Sarah had been trying to explain. In here she felt young, innocent and free-spirited.
Wonder if they pump something into the air system?
"Sounds great. Can I have a glass of orange juice and a coffee as well?"
"Anything for Jaryn's mate. I'll bring out your coffee right away, and the food will be right up! Oh, by the way, I'm Gillian."
The waitress took off before Nicole had a chance to correct her. She looked around the diner and felt her face heat as she found several other patrons’ stares trained her way. Nicole ducked her head and played with the salt shaker sitting on the table. The sound of a car door slamming outside caught her attention, and she looked out through the large windows into the street. Stonepass’ main thoroughfare stretched out before her, and Nicole decided to do a little bit of people-watching while waiting for her food to arrive.
Her coffee arrived and Nicole set about doctoring the heavenly smelling brew. It seemed as though the population of the small town was taking advantage of the nice fall day, as
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