There were a lot of people in the store but no one at his table. He started chatting with me about his books, which he described as mystery novels set in the state I live in.
Night drew in like a breath before plunging into deep waters, and the sun removed its touch from the ancient walls of this forsaken relic of a workplace, as Scott clocked in like he always has. Tonight was just another night to him, a long routine he had long became lame to.