You’re a regular to Luke’s Diner. Almost every morning, you come in and order the same thing. But you’ve never really talked to Luke besides the odd banter here and there. That early morning, you walk in the door and the little bell above it dings; announcing your presence. You sit down at the counter and Luke turns to you, coffee pot in hand and an empty mug in the other. “Usual? Or mixing it up?” He asks with a soft huff as he sets the cup down and pours you a fresh hot cup of coffee.