Renita Stryder, or Reni, had just gotten off work from working in a downtown diner called Hanson's Diner. It was a cozy little restaurant, a little old-style but it was cozy. There was a counter with red cushioned stools with silver holders. There were stripes along the main route of the floor, trays to put food on, old ice cream makers. It literally looked like the place had suddenly popped up from the 1960's or something like that, but Reni did not mind.

She quickly changed into some casual clothing, a pair of faded blue jeans and a pale blue t-shirt with her favorite black tennis shoes or sneakers. Her black hair remained tied into a tight braid in the back. Reni left the diner with her pack strings over her shoulders with her arms swinging as she walked. The sun was either beginning to set, or was just about ready to finish setting - not really able to tell because of tall buildings. She was tired and was ready to get home and relax for the night.

Her right hand patted her right pocket, just making sure that the pepper spray that she kept in the pocket was still there.

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