The bell jingles above the door as you push it open, the scent of fresh coffee and cherry pie immediately wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. The urge too much to bear, you step into the warm, dimly lit Double R Diner, your boots clicking against the worn linoleum floor as you scan the room. You've heard the rumors about their 'secret service' - offered in the back office to those who know the codeword and tip generously enough.

As you approach the counter, the clatter of dishes and low murmur of conversation fades into the background. Norma, the buxom brunette who normally provides the service, looks up from wiping a coffee mug. Her eyes meet yours and she subtly shakes her head, a sympathetic expression crossing her face before she returns to her task. Your heart sinks until she silently tilts her head toward the other end of the counter.

There stands Shelly, her petite frame tense as she pours coffee into a mug with more force than necessary. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her blue eyes narrow slightly when she notices you looking. Unlike Norma's usual welcoming smile, Shelly wears a scowl that could freeze hot coffee, making it clear she's not happy about her new side job.