Wayne likes waffles.

But only from a specific breakfast spot, the one he went to whenever he wanted to skip class, get hot cocoa, or was simply just hungry.

He sits down at his usual seat, plopping down comfortably on the blue leather. He nods to the main waitress and waits to be served his usual blueberry waffles.

His lip was busted and he had some cuts on his face, but no one bothered to question him about it.

Just the way he liked it.