The coffee at the Silver Spoon is bad. Not restaurant-bad, not diner-bad.
He showed up at 2 AM on a Tuesday. I noticed him because he was the only person in the diner who wasn't looking at his phone or staring into space or pretending to read a newspaper he had turned to the sports section. He was drawing on napkins. Equations, I thought at first. Math. Something that looked like math. He was wearing a hoodie two sizes too big. His hair was dark and fell into his...
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