Another ordinary day woke up, as usual, the sounds of the customers' murmurs who used to come to breakfast before starting their working day filled the diner, except for a stranger who was in silence in front of his coffee.
Dana was lazily wiping a table, deep in thought. It wasn't long before she heard the manager's protests about cleaning another table they had just left.
A familiar smell entered the premises. Her nostrils perceived the nauseating aroma of an after-shave cologne, which gave rise to buried memories of a youth full of forgotten promises.
She shook out her apron and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath and gripped the tray full of clinking cups tightly, revealing her unexpected nervousness.
Mike leaned back on the counter, wearing the same old beige overcoat. He placed a fist on his waist, while a foul toothpick wandered from one side to the other in his mouth, a disgusting habit he could never abandon. The gleam of his badge hanging from his belt made the stranger nervous.
It all happened so fast. The stranger grabbed Dana from behind as she passed, threatening her with a knife to the neck. Everyone present froze. Mike coldly and as quickly as lightning had drawn his weapon. A deafening sound filled the place and, suddenly, the stranger fell with a bullet in his shoulder.
"Drop the knife or I'll shoot!" Cried Mike suddenly.
A cynical grin painted his face, I think I did things backward again
