Business was slow today. Really slow. Nate stared out at the Town Square through the diner's front window, listening to the distant sound of the ever present street fair and the strange noises coming from the manager's office. But he ignored those. He had become an expert at ignoring things. Eventually he turned and headed toward the back, silently decided the door's bell would let him know if any customers wandered in.

He sat with a huff in the chair they kept for the floor staff, giving their line cook a quiet stare. He looked away when the older man turned to look at him, pretending to be staring at the shift calendar. They sat in silence like that for what felt like hours. Chances are it had only been a few minutes. Eventually the cook left the room and Nate leaned over to grab his back on his hook.

He dug through and removed his phone, eyeing the screen. No messages. Didn't know why he even looked. The only people who even had his number now were his boss, the various telemarketers nation wide, and his old roommate. But they hadn't talked in months and he was sure Louis had stopped caring. Putting his phone back in his bag he tossed it to the side, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling. It was going to be a really long day.