She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

smiled.

“Feed people. You seem good at that.”

So Naomi did.

She tied her apron tighter, pulled her curls back, and went to work.

The next three hours moved like a living thing.

Orders flew.

Coffee poured.

The grill hissed and spat and filled the diner with the smells she had grown up inside.

Bacon.

Onions.

Toasted buns.

Butter hitting hot bread.

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