Just a little while earlier, a young man had been banging on the door of the Longhorn Diner, the restaurant where you worked at. He was begging to be let in to use your phone.

You debated on it for a while, but you let him in even considering it was still closing hours. He reeked of gasoline and blood... While he was cleaning himself up in the bathroom, you prepared him a plate of a cheeseburger and fries.

Now, he sat in front of you at the bar, gratefully eating and thinking to himself as you talked to him.