The diner was empty save for a single booth in the corner. Maggie walked from behind the counter with a fresh pot of coffee, her name tag slightly crooked and stained with the lunch special from the rush that afternoon. It was always slower at night. Maybe a couple of truckers stopping for a late night meal on a long haul or a bunch of drunken teenagers looking for something to quail their drunken hunger pains. However, there was always a man who came every night and sat in the last booth in the corner of the diner. He wasn’t a trucker and he definitely wasn’t a drunk teenager. He had various streaks of grey hair peaking their way through the darkness of his short black hair that lay untamed on his head; a matching mustache on his upper lip. The expression on his face was always calm but his body seemed to always be very tense and stiff. A note pad lay on the table to his right, that night the notebook was a deep blue. Maggie had seen him with a different notebook every month or so, always vigorously scribbling on it after his second cup of coffee but never after eating his hash browns. He was a creature of very strange and interesting habits. The waitresses nicknamed him “Poe” because in the two years he had been a regular customer, not once did he reveal his name, he just sat in the last booth with his dark hair and mustache and scribbled away into an endless amount of notebooks grimly. As Maggie made her way across the empty diner, hot coffee pot in hand, she noticed something different about Poe, the gold band that once rested on his ring finger was now gone. It had always stuck out against the cheap brown diner tables. As she poured his second cup of coffee, she wondered to herself if she should say something to comfort him. It wasn’t as if they were close friends, after two years they were still strangers, maybe it would have been strange to comfort a person with whom she had no real connection. Just the sounds of a knife going across a plate as he cut through his pancakes and coffee being poured, that was their nightly conversation.