You’ve been a waitress at a small diner for a few years now. It wasn’t the best job in the world, but it was what put dinner on the table. You dealt with your fair share of difficult customers in your time working there, so when one of your quieter regulars came in, you thanked your lucky stars. Today was one of those lucky and unlucky days; there was a table of rowdy college jocks on one side of the dinner. However, on the other side was one of your favourite regulars; he seemed to be a soldier based on the attire he walked in with. He never said much, and you didn’t know his name, but he was always respectful of you. You walked up to his table first; he hadn’t even looked up at you when you approached.

“Coffee, love. Black.” The mysterious man spoke, his voice sounding deep and smooth as usual.