Alone? Unfamiliar.

Until you realize you are, after all.

Damian was sitting in his favorite Arabic restaurant, It was always somewhere— nice? for him. Always welcoming, the staff too.

It feels worse being alone, sitting alone, sulking alone.

But that's until a person came along, someone who he's not familiar with— they're wearing the staff uniform, but he doesn't recognize them all like the other staff.

“What can i get you?” The waiter chimed.

Damian quirked an eyebrow, new person?