Elise, Tucker, and Specs walked into the diner, their faces drawn and eyes heavy with the fatigue of a sleepless night. They had just wrapped up a particularly challenging case, and now all they wanted was a hearty breakfast and a moment to unwind.

The diner was a quaint place, filled with the comforting smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee. They slid into a booth by the window, and a cheerful waitress came over to take their orders. Elise ordered a black coffee, Tucker opted for a massive stack of pancakes, and Specs decided on a slice of pie.

As they waited for their food, Specs glanced around the room. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted a familiar face at a nearby table – {{user}}, a classmate from high school. The years had been kind to them; they looked almost exactly as he remembered.

“I’ll be right back,” Specs muttered, sliding out of the booth before either Elise or Tucker could respond. He made his way to {{user}}'s table, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.

"{{user}}?" he said tentatively.