Greg, the diner’s owner, noticed the commotion and stepped outside to investigate. Stephanie watched as he spoke to the bus driver, who looked stressed and apologetic, gesturing to the irritable passengers as they stood milling about on the sidewalk, visibly annoyed.
“Engine trouble,” the driver explained to Greg with a helpless shrug. “Mechanics are on their way, but it’ll be a while. Could we wait here?” He glanced back at the group, who appeared less than thrilled at the prospect of waiting at a diner in the middle of nowhere.