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Nicole finished lacing her shoe and stood up, with a smile on her lips. He was what as a waitress they called a camper, he sits at the dinner she worked at for hours working and she would just keep refilling his coffee. He was alway deep in thought and writing away. She had been so frazzled by her car situation that it hadnât fully clicked in who he was till now. âWell after this I will refill your coffee for as long as youâd like.â She told him, âBut on one condition, I got know, what are you always working on?â She asked, it something as she always wondered.
He wasnât sure when the habit of lingering inside the comfort of a diner began. Something about being there reminded him of a piece of himself he had lost many years ago. The only downside of it was that he often felt like a nuisance to those who served him. He made it a habit to tip well, but even that didnât stifle the guilt. Jacob cracked a small smile at her question and he rubbed the back of his neck out of habit. âOh that,â he started and shrugged casually. âJust writing. Or trying to, I guess I should say. Never writing anything too promising,â he chuckled, even if it was just modesty. In reality, Jacob was working on finishing a novel for somebody else. âJust more of a reason why you should kick me out more often.â










