Elias looked at his small diner. It was full. But then he saw a pair of headlights flicker in the parking lot—a delivery truck driver looking for a safe place to pull off the road.
"There’s always room for one more," Elias said, sliding a chair over. "We just have to sit a little closer." Room for One More
Elias didn't hesitate. He reached behind the counter and pulled out a stack of folding chairs he kept for the Sunday rush. He tucked one at the end of the first booth and another by the window. Elias looked at his small diner