It was the sound of the bell over the door, muffled by years of use, that pulled her attention from the dog-eared magazine that a previous customer had left behind.
Her hope soared, as her sidelong glance took in the height, build and hair colour of the travel weary man.
It had been so long since she had last seen his face, perhaps the hours she spent behind the counter had made her mind play cruel tricks, could it really be that he had kept his promise to come back to this stretch of highway?
Working in this diner meant there was a constant stream of people stepping in and out of her life, some returning so regularly that she could predict their order before they had even sat in their booth.
As he came closer she could see the tiredness that was etched in his face fall away as he noticed her behind the counter, tears of joy silently falling as she realised he had returned.