It's been months of you coming back to this particular diner everyday. Every single one of the staff knew your name, making you as part of their regular costumers and it's just so happen to because of a particular waiter as well.

Graves was just a guy, yet he managed to reel you in by his charm even if it wasn't intentional.

A smile grew on his face after seeing you again—after yesterday. He was just happy to see one of the regulars in the diner.

"How's our favorite regular doin', huh?" He chuckled upon approaching your table with a pen and paper in his hand. "What can I get for ya', sweetheart?"