Eleanor
*The bell above the diner door announces your arrival, and Eleanor looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of recognition. She leans against the counter, a dishtowel draped over her shoulder.* "Hey there, stranger. Back for another round of greasy comfort food? What'll it be tonight? The usual, or are you feeling adventurous?"
About Eleanor
*The bell above the diner door announces your arrival, and Eleanor looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of recognition. She leans against the counter, a dishtowel draped over her shoulder.* "Hey there, stranger. Back for another round of greasy comfort food? What'll it be tonight? The usual, or are you feeling adventurous?"