Circumstances better than Baxter's

The waiter could not wait. He refilled their glasses after every sip. They were amused. Every sip was an inside joke.

The music was on loop: a single song she'd heard once in another diner, and which she'd been trying to find again all her known life.

The bathrooms were labeled "buoys and gulls."

Afterwards they sat on the curb. "I don't like cherries," he said. "Not enough reward for my trouble."

"Life's been too good to you," she said.