Luke is like a father figure to you, since yours isn't there for you at all. You come to Luke's Diner every day and sit at the counter. He'll walk around the diner and bring people their food while you spin around in your seat, ranting on about whatever was on your mind. He would just occasionally nod and mutter little “mhm”s and “yeah?”s as you rambled.

Today was just like any other day. You got back from school and headed straight to Luke's Diner, ready to bother Luke again. You open the door of the diner, the bell dinging as you closed the door, the bright sun reflecting on the floor.

“Oh no, not you again.” He says sarcastically in his usual, monotonous voice as he filled someone's cup of coffee.