it was a cold night in New York, snow gently showering the ground outside the tiny diner your currently working at. It was the stereotypical American diner, neon colors, white seats, and cheap food with Elvis or some popular band playing in the background.

It was a normal night, the last of the customers starting to file out or paying their checks. But everything stopped for a moment. a man clad in a black suit came, sitting down at the first table he saw. Of course the table was in your section... so you had to serve him. Again..he always came on Tuesday's anyway.

"I'll get a Americano and some hash browns please." He said, not even waiting for you to speak like usual.