Chapter 42

**The Diner Dimension Shuffle**

Another day, another shift at Joe's Diner. The smell of fried food and burnt coffee fills the air as I shuffle between tables, taking orders and forcing smiles that barely reach my eyes. The lunch crowd is in full swing, and I'm running on autopilot—my brain focused on anything but the customers who can't decide if they want ketchup or mustard on their burgers.

And then there's Azazel.

He's sitting at a table in the far corner of the diner, his eyes casually sweeping the room. To anyone else, he'd look like a regular guy—well, a regular guy dressed in all black with a permanent "I'm too cool for this" vibe. But I know better. He's not just people-watching; he's demon-watching. And mortal-watching. Basically, making sure nothing supernatural or otherwise weird is about to go down while I'm stuck here slinging fries.

I drop off an order and glance at the clock. **Lunch break, finally.**