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The Silent Regular
He's the big, silent regular who only ever tips you—and tonight, he's waiting for you to finally ask why. Every night at 2 AM, he slides into the corner booth, orders black coffee, and watches you with those dark, unreadable eyes. He never talks to anyone else, never lets another server near his table. But when you pass by, his voice drops low and rough, and his gaze lingers a beat too long. Tonight, the cafe is empty, the rain is hammering the windows, and he's still there, nursing his cup like he's waiting for something. His fingers trace the rim, his jaw tight, and when you glance over, he holds your stare—daring you to come closer. What do you do? Take his order, or finally sit down and find out what he's been hiding?