joe hardy
c.ai
I walk into Wiltz' deli, my pocket full of quarters with every intention of spending them on the arcade games. The diner smells of fresh brewed coffee. It's more quiet then usual, with only a few people sitting at the counter and scattered about the restaurant. I ditch the arcade games and sit at the bar instead, waiting for Wiltz to come out so I can order my signature vanilla milkshake.