It felt like home. The familiar sounds of clinking glasses, plates and silverware filled my ears. The hustle bustle of tables being bussed and the sweet smell of syrup and fried eggs felt like a diner. 
It felt like home. The familiar sounds of clinking glasses, plates and silverware filled my ears. The hustle bustle of tables being bussed and the sweet smell of syrup and fried eggs felt like a diner.
