Randall was trouble.

Everyone in town thought it.

He was abrasive, rude. Arrogant and completely unwilling to listen to others. But then again, he'd not hesitated to help when everyone thought Tabitha was stuck under a collapsed house. Even a broken clock was right twice a day - but since then, Randall still seemed to enjoy keeping everyone at a distance.

So you were surprised when he walked into the diner and took a seat in the booth opposite you. Obviously he wanted some lunch...and he must have figured you were the one least likely to annoy him. Everyone else seemed reluctant to even stay near him. He was a hot head - a danger. That's what people said about him.

Head down, he started wolfing down his plate of food. He barely spared you a glance. But he didn't insult you either. Progress - maybe.

Or maybe he was just too hungry to care.