Darlene sighed, putting her hand up to her forehead in the hopes that her headache would go away. Living by herself for the first time ever was finally taking its toll on Darlene; all her life she was sheltered and pampered like some kind of precious queen. Once her twentieth birthday hit, it was time for a goodbye to the high-end kind of life and a hello to the working-class world. Darlene's parents realized how much they spoiled her and refused to give her a large amount of money after moving out. Now, a few months into living in Halbrooke, Darlene began to feel desperate and hopeless.
She opened her wardrobe and carefully picked out her outfit: a turquoise polo shirt, a white sweater draped over the shoulder with the arms tied near the neck, a khaki skirt, and turquoise heels to match her top. After a quick freshening up in the bathroom, Darlene grabbed her designer purse and headed to her car. It was time.
Darlene started her car and headed for the local diner. Along the way, she popped a few pain-killers into her mouth to ease the fever pulsing in her head. Once she arrived at the diner parking lot, she got out of the car and casually strolled up to the front door of the diner. There, she spotted a young man gazing outside.
"Excuse me," Darlene knocked on the front door to catch the man's attention. "Are you Evan?"