What kind of diner is open on New Years? I don’t know, but I had found one and I damn well meant to make use of it. I was starved, which I supposed was another strange thing for a holiday but I wasn’t in my hometown and as such my hotel room fridge wasn’t able to hold any real food even if I bought any. Work had had me shipped out to one of their plants on the opposite coast right after Christmas, and being newly out of college I didn’t really have the clout to turn them down. Of course I wasn’t going to be actually working on the holiday, but I had a feeling that that had more to do with the fact that this year it coincided with a weekend than any actual kindness.

Really though, I would almost have preferred to be working today. I knew no one and nothing was open except apparently this one small diner. In the dark it sat at the edge of featureless shopping center parking lot. It was overcast and raining as well, so there was no romantic moonlight shining down, nor would there be any fireworks either. That had been my initial plan when I was told I would be heading out of town. I figured I would just find a local park and sit out to watch the display and that would be good enough, but now even that wasn’t possible. The sky was dark and wet, the air was cold, and the diner looked just about empty. Maybe it wasn’t even open, I considered from my rental car. That was until I saw a figure moving around inside and I realized I wasn’t the only one that had a shitty boss. That silent kinship was enough for me to at least try the establishment… that and my empty stomach.

I shuffled out of my car, hood pulled up, gloved hands in my pockets while I leaned my face leaned into a scarf for safety. Hurriedly I shuffled through the cold air while puffs of my own breath exploded in front of me in the nearly silent air. The only other sound was the constant splatter of cold rain and eventually that of the small bell that signaled to the diner staff that they had some crazy fucker in their midst. I saw then that the figure I had seen before was a sole waitress, young and attractive. Perhaps her working situation was more like my own than what I initially considered. Likely she wasn’t alone though, as there must be a cook in the back, but the two of them were hardly lost in conversation. In fact if it wasn’t for the implication I would have assumed there was no one working in the back, but course the place couldn’t be open then. Unless all they were serving was soup that was premade and sitting there… how appetizing, I thought.

It didn’t matter though; I was just here for a bit of warmth, and whatever food I could get. I found myself a booth seat down one of the aisles where I was out of the way but not out of sight. It also gave me a view to the main counter where the flat screen was showing the hundreds and thousands of people at the major celebrations. Much as I despised my own situation, I couldn’t say I would want to be there either. That was just too many people, and even the company of a sole, unknown waitress was much preferable to that horde.

Quick little prompt here for the holiday. I don’t know how many of you boring fuckers are chilling at home like I am, but if you are then maybe we can be boring together tonight. I figured this would be a cute little scene where a customer and a waitress make their own holiday celebrations there in the diner booth after a bit of flirting and commiserating. The only real kink I’m looking to explore would be the public nature of it all, but there’s not really anyone around to watch, right? That doesn’t mean there aren’t options to explore like: anal, age differences (I know I said we were both young in the original prompt, but we can write that over if it’s your thing), risky unprotected sex with a stranger, first times, cheating, maybe food play (it is a diner after all, so it’s a possibility)? I don’t know, send me your thoughts and we can put something together from here! Hope to hear from you all, and happy New Year!