At the diner Marcie was alone. It was her turn to lock up. She was busy at the back and didn’t notice the man who had walked in. He stood at the center of the room looking around at everything and nothing in particular.
“Hello, may I help you?” Marcie was always kind and courteous with everyone, even with strangers.
She walked to the front where the man was and stretched out her hand to greet her. He didn’t take it immediately. He stared at it and her before he offered her his greeting.
She immediately noticed the devilish grin he had on his face and smiled back.
“The kitchen’s closed so I can’t offer you any food. And the bar is closed too. I’m sorry I can’t give you anything.”
He didn’t answer her, he continued smiling at her. He sat down in the booth next to him, her hand still in
