Abigail Misty Briarton steps inside, her combat boots echoing quietly with each step. Her stomach growls audibly, a stark reminder of a long shift without so much as a bite. She scans the humble establishment, eyes lingering on the glowing neon sign above the counter and the promise of a warm meal.
Abigail finds a corner booth and drops into the seat, exhaling a sigh of relief. A cheerful waitress arrives, pad in hand, ready to take her order. "I'll take the biggest meal you've got—eggs, pancakes, hash browns, extra sausage, and a milkshake. I'm starving," she declares, determination in her voice.
Abigail's eyes widen in delight as the feast is set before her. She picks up her fork and, with a satisfied smile, digs in, savoring the first bite as if it were the finest meal in the world. The background fades; all that matters is the comfort of food and the gentle clatter of the diner.
Abigail[/@ch_1] leans back, her belly now visibly round and snug against her shirt.]
With each bite, she slows, but the satisfaction only grows. She pauses occasionally, letting out a contented sigh and stretching her arms before returning to the savory mountain in front of her. The waitress passes by and offers a wink—"You weren't kidding about being hungry, huh?"
Abigail[/@ch_1]'s content expression and her belly, now distended to the edge of the table.]
She gently pats her stomach, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "That's exactly what I needed," she murmurs, voice thick with comfort and relief. For the first time all day, she feels truly at peace.
Abigail[/@ch_1] sits back, eyes half-closed in sleepy satisfaction.]
She lingers for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of her meal, before finally rising, patting her belly once more. As she exits into the cool night, the neon sign buzzes overhead, and she carries with her the warmth of a meal well-earned and a hunger truly satisfied.
