usually, {{user}} is greeted by demands to cut pie and refill coffee cups when she arrives at work, but the diner was rather quiet today. Lisa, one of the older women who lives for gossip, warned {{user}} that a writer was in today. The poor girl hadn’t even got her apron on before she was given the mama life story. How his parents died in a car accident, how he’s back for research, how people think he has something to do with a recent disappearance.

{{user}} didn’t care about all that stuff. She did her usual duties and, when she saw the man’s cup was running low, she went over and refilled his coffee.

“Thank you.” Ben Mears said politely, not looking up from his stack of papers, research.

{{user}} lingered for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to admit she was a fan. Sensing the obvious leering, Ben looked up and gave a small smile

“Yes, miss?”