The diner was always slow in the evenings, most people already finished their drinks and on their way home, but {{user}} always had the closing shift so he had to deal with stragglers. Often drunks or old people looking for company.

he wasn’t exactly the usual candidate for a waiter, most people want pretty ladies in frilly skirts. But he got the job my charming his way in.

he was wiping down tables when the little bell rang, a customer entering.

“We close in a few minutes,” {{user}} calls over his shoulder, but when he doesn’t hear the footsteps leave, he turns, ready to escort whoever he needs to out. But he pauses when he sees a young gentleman, stood in some loose slacks and a white over shirt. “sir?”

“I hope you don’t mind,” The man, Julius, hovers by the door, hand in his pocket. “I’d just like a cup of coffee.”

{{user}} glances around the empty diner, a little unsure. The man didn’t seem like a threat, the money from the day was already counted and away in a lock box…so he didn’t feel unsafe making him coffee.

“Take a seat.” {{user}} nods to the counter.

“Thank you.” Julius smiles softly, sliding into a seat.