A New Home

Izar entered the diner, knowing the Gwen was scheduled to work the lunch shift this day of the week. It was good to have his old friend back in his life again, even though own work and busy schedule made it so he didn't get to see her all that often and so he did his best to make the most of his visits as the two often traded stories about their travels. He wasn't surprised to not see her there, figuring she was likely in the back grabbing an order or fixing coffee. However, after sitting at his table for ten or so minutes he asked one of the waitresses if she'd called in sick that day only to be told she'd quit a few days earlier.

He tried to hide his surprise when he responded, "Oh, she hadn't told me that. Can you tell me where she lives then?" he asked, a bit of concern in his voice. The waitress shook her head in response.

"Sorry, I'm not supposed to give out information like that."

Izar nodded understandingly, standing up from his table before thanking the woman for her help and exiting the diner. While Gwen had said before that she hadn't needed to job he didn't understand why she'd quit without telling him when she knew he stopped by there to see her every once in a while. He thought back to their conversations, trying to remember if she'd ever told him where she lived. She had mentioned they'd been on the same street but there were plenty of houses and apartments she could be in. He called her only to get no response and that was when the real worry began to set in. Making his way to his street he started with apartments, knowing the names of residents were listed outside. After checking around for a bit he did find her name and apartment number, making his way up the stairs to her apartment and knocking on the door, "Gwen, it's me. A waitress at the diner said you'd quit."