Orange County was weird like that. Clara had taken the teaching position at Creekside just to get away from loss and heartache and because it was Clara, she ran instead of dealing with things like that. And here she was, five and a half years later. No heartbeat, frozen in time, exploring and adventures and running a diner just to have interesting conversation with people. And yet, she still couldn't see herself anywhere else.
"Exactly."
And then a 'bell' as if from the kitchen,
"That'll be your nachos." Grinning, Clara turned and headed to the 'kitchen', getting the cheesy overload nachos and then back to the dining area, placing them on the table. "Here you are."