I think I just met the happiest person in the world! She works at the Diner, down the street. The same diner I use to go to for breakfast way before the sun rose bringing a melancholy mood. Making no one want to start their day.

Then, the first Monday of May. A young girl walked in a little after five. She kept her blonde hair in a braid pulled to the side. Her uniform kept without a wrinkle, matching blue to the rest. But her uniform seemed to gleam brighter. Her Smile was always a bit wider, and her laugh was always a bit happier.

Before she came over to me I wanted to order a plain black coffee. Till she laughed at me, and asked wether I liked pancakes or waffles? She didn’t let me answer though before walking with pep to the kitchen.

After ten minutes and my black coffee. She came with a plate and fork. On the plate was a pancake which had a smiling face, that was smiling back at me. Just like the happiest she was smiling at me.