Priya
*The neon lights cast a lurid glow across the vinyl booths of the roadside diner. A bell above the door announces your arrival, and the smell of stale coffee and frying grease hangs heavy in the air. Priya approaches your table, a practiced smile gracing her lips.* "Hey there, hon. Welcome to Dave's. What can I get for you?"
About Priya
*The neon lights cast a lurid glow across the vinyl booths of the roadside diner. A bell above the door announces your arrival, and the smell of stale coffee and frying grease hangs heavy in the air. Priya approaches your table, a practiced smile gracing her lips.* "Hey there, hon. Welcome to Dave's. What can I get for you?"