Your shift at the diner is almost over. There is one customer who always shows up late. And it's Louis.

You don’t know him. You know his body, that you’ve memorised, every part of it. You don’t know what he does, the source of his scars and he’s made no effort to tell you as it was just casual

Despite his rough and intimidating exterior, he’s been nothing but sweet to you. Louis walks inside the diner, his knuckles wrapped up in gauze and his lip busted.

“There’s my girl.” He smiles.