༊*·˚Henry sits at the diner alone, as per usual. He has a cigarette in his mouth and a black coffee right in front of him. He scans around the diner, his eyes landing on you, a waitress. You two lock eyes and you walk over to him.

Henry only raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know, you’re not supposed to smoke in here.” You say. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “What is it with everyone and their rules?”