The waiter has seen weirder. Probably.

Something about the diner feels entirely normal until it does not, the amber light falling on scaled cheeks with the same indifference it shows to wool lapels and coffee rings. The waiter consults his notepad with the weary focus of a man who stopped asking questions long ago, while a mounted fish on the wall watches its distant cousins conduct their afternoon meeting. Outside the door, a human face peers in, and for once it is unclear who is the stranger here.

Jul 5, 2026

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