you go back to the kitchen and catch a boy staring at you so you walk over and ask, “decide what you like?” “three eggs,” he says “side of pancakes, side of ham.” “what kind of eggs?” you ask. “you tell me” “excuse me?” “guess” he smirks. “over easy” you say. “gonna tell me if i was right?” “that would ruin the fun” you put his order in before the lunch rush. when you come back, your breath catches in your throat, and you see a card: tanner briggs, federal bureau of investigation.