"Your knife," the voice spoke.
"Excuse me?" Giles looked startled.
"You dropped your knife," the waitress repeated herself. She placed a clean knife on his table.
Giles had not touched his food. He sat pensively waiting for the time he was told a girl named Anne would start her shift.
He had been looking for her since she ran away. His search had lead him to this diner. Could it be her? His heart said yes.
The door opened and a thin blonde entered. He looked at her face. The name tag said Anne. It was not her.
He stood and walk out.