I am waiting. My shift has been over for hours. I watch the glass windows. I see many people but not the right one. I don't know who I'm waiting for, but I will when I see them.
The sun goes down and the people walking by turn to shadows. The coffee that smelled warm and fresh in the morning is now burned and smells like rotting wood. It is getting cold. Still no one. The lights go off all over town and I am left in darkness. The moment I have been waiting for arrives. A man in a dark coat enters the diner and my faces lights up. He is the one.