El Dorado

 

They would meet here for lunches and sometimes for a quick bite after work. He’d have a burger, she, the bagel and lox. It was their regular place. Whenever they came back to town after moving away, they would come here, sit in their booth, and be reminded of simple, comfortable afternoons. There were no diners where they lived now. It felt good to come home once in a while.

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