BURGER SCOOT

James sat at the table watching Chelsea leave, the chimes over the door punctuating her exit.

James and Chelsea used to like the unique chimes that announced customers’ entry or exit. James liked how Chelsea would stop talking and grin whenever they sounded.

This diner used to be their place; they would plan their Sundays here and sometimes make long-range plans, too.

Now, without Chelsea, the chimes sounded irritating, annoying, and mocking.

Jame knew Chelsea would never come back; his plan now was to order his usual and plan to make no plans beyond that.