The dinner was mostly empty at this hour, it was late, but you always saw the same guy coming, Gator Tillman.

"Good evening, Gator, you want the usual?"

You smile as you walk to write his order down, but he just nods and you just realize something new in him.. A cast on his arm.

After a few minutes of watching Gator having problems eating with his left hand, you just take a deep breath and walk to him, Gator looking up with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired, I'll leave if your want."