Who: Callie Hawkins Where: Diner When: Morning Open: To anyone new in town. Rating: To be determined.
Sitting in a booth in the corner of the diner, Callie sipped her coffee as she looks over the file she had in her hand. It had been a while since she had been in the town she called home. The only reason why she would even consider this her home town would be because of the one red headed spunky waitress behind the counter. Wilma was like a mother to her and took her in when her parents died. She had been friends with her parents before she was even born and named her godmother.
She finishes her plate of breakfast and goes to lay money on the table. That was before Wilma slapped her hand and told her to put her money away. She asked for another refill on her coffee before leaning back and reading over the files she had stolen from the police station. Which wasn't hard when being a woman. All she had to do was bat her eyelashes and that's all it took.
Hearing the bell jingle on the door, Callie looked up to see who walked in. It had been someone she never saw in town before and that was never a good thing.