Soroya Violet

From A Father's Perspective

Elliot hated coffee. He always found people's obsession with it odd. The only benefit he could think of was the way it warmed him up a little as he wrapped his hands around the mug and looked out the foggy diner window. Watching the sun beam down on his Jeep as it sat alone in the parking lot. There was no question why he was the only one there, it was a dusty old diner that didn't make it out of the fifties. And as he looked at his phone again to see it was still twelve-fifteen he decided that it was this place that made time feel as if time stood still or maybe the coffee was getting to him.