October 3rd, 1953
"Alright, I have some bad news. As you can see it's just us three here today... and unfortunately that's how it's gonna be from here on out."
Hawkeye frowned, things at the diner were only getting worse.
Mr. Miller paced infront of Hawkeye and Alex the janitor. "Unfortunately, Mrs. Davis can no longer stay with us. I've gotten word that on account of a family emergency, she'll have to quit her position here indefinitely. In the next week she and her husband will also be moving out of Crabapple Cove."
"What happened?" Hawkeye asked.
Mr. Miller stopped his pacing and let out a sigh. "Her daughter passed away over the weekend. She had cancer."
"Good god," the janitor mumbled, shaking his head.
"So that's what it was," Hawkeye thought to himself.
Mr. Miller went back to his nervous pacing. "Now that we're even more short-staffed, I'm going to run the kitchen with Hawkeye, and Alex, I need you to run the register. I know this sudden shift might be unsettling, but at the moment there's nothing else I can do until I find a replacement. More than one new employee would be nice, but let's not get our hopes up."
"Mr. Miller, if you don't mind, I'd like to propose something," Hawkeye offered.
Miller finally stopped his pacing and looked at the young man, "Please, I'm all ears."
