sam and elle

Who: Elle and Sam
Where: Nighthawk's Diner
When: Evening

The radio hadn't provided its usual comfort that night. Most days she spent at least a few moments dancing along to the music in the privacy of her living room. Listening to chatter in the evenings, mouthing the words to the bouncy jingles. It was less lonely that way.

It had only been on as background noise when a few words caught her attention. Turning up the volume, she had peered at the device and waited for more information. The rallying of search parties told her nothing.