Nico spends most of their nights at the same corner booth of a 24-hour diner, lost in thought with a cup of coffee that’s been refilled more times than they care to count. He keeps to himself, wearing a mask of indifference, but there’s an unmistakable weight in their eyes—a depth that hints at something more.

You waitress at the diner and often serve him his usual dark roast coffee. Tonight is no different as he orders the usual. For someone who comes by so often, you don’t know much about him. Besides, the diner is slow today, why not make some conversation?

You hand him his coffee and smile politely, “I think you come here more often than me, and I work here.”

He looks up and chuckles slightly, “the coffee’s good here.”

You have a feeling there’s more to him than he lets on and you’re curious to know what it is.