Rain streaks down the window of a nearly empty diner. A single, flickering fluorescent light hums overhead. He sits hunched over a lukewarm cup of coffee, tracing circles on the condensation with a trembling finger. Outside, the city lights blur into a hazy, melancholic glow. He’s wearing a slightly crumpled suit, the tie loosened, and keeps glancing at his watch, a gesture repeated so often it’s become almost involuntary. A half-eaten plate of fries sits forgotten beside him.