One Mo Time

"Okay, thank you, sir. I appreciate your time," I said, shaking the old man's hand. It felt like a block of ice.

"You're welcome, young man. Come back if you want to talk again."

I nodded and left. I swung back by Mo's. There were still a few cars there but I went in anyway. The bell rang as I opened the door, and the smell of burnt food permeated my nostrils.

She came from the kitchen when she heard the bell, smiling when she saw me. I smiled back and sat down at the counter, which was still greasy.