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Chapter 1, Part 1

(sorry if this is messed up, my wrist is messed up still 😭)
(!⚠️WARNING⚠️!: Contains Nothing (i think) Worth Of Warning) [Correct me if I missed something!]
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Summer had began to pass and the cool air of fall fell throughout the town. Of course, he knew this despite never being outside. The A/C in the diner didn't work, after all. He looked out of the window, watching leaves fall. He always wondered what leaves feel like. What anything felt like out there. He'd walk out if he had the choice. He'd love to be out there. But it felt like something inside him... something inside of him kept him here. But every day here was the same. He listened to customers come and go, occasionally having small talk with the workers before taking their food and going. He listened to the popping of the oil in the fryers, the sizzle of the grill, rustling of the paper bags and napkins. Eventually, as the sun disappeared over the horizon, he heard the bell chime and the workers leave before the click of the lock behind them echoed throughout the restaurant. He sighed to himself and set his head onto the chilly table and stared out of the window before turning his face towards the table and shutting his eyes. And he drifted off to sleep.

Waking up to the sound of rain hitting the window, his eyes flutter open as he lifts his head up to check the clock. 3 minutes until the workers arrive. He looks outside to see people wandering on the streets with umbrellas and coats. He then stares at the table and zones out, giving his brain a moment before he hears a worker mess with the lock on the door, he seems to be struggling with getting the key in. Awkwardly, he gets up and unlocks the door for them. He then immediately gets hit by the door as the worker opens it and walks right past him as though he wasn't even there. Sighing once more, he sits back down in the booth, listening to the rain again. What feels like a few minutes passes by before a customer walks in and orders something. They then walk to a table and sit down by themselves, waiting for their meal. He glances at the stranger before looking back at the table, trying to not catch the stranger's attention.
"Psst."
"Pssssst."
He looks around and then turns his head towards the person. The stranger smiled at him and walked over. They then pointed at the seat across from him.
"Can I sit here?"
The man paused for a moment as though this was an absolutely crazy thing of someone to ask but he nods. The person plops into the seat.
"Thanks. So uh, what'd you order?"
The man shook his head.
"Huh? Does that mean you didn't order anything?"
The man nodded again.
"Here, I'll order you something. I'll be right back."
The person instantly jumps out of the seat and wanders back to the counter. The man raised his hand to try and get the person's attention again as though he had something to say but nothing came out. He then, now embarrassed, puts his hand down and waits for the person to get back. The stranger comes back with a tray of food.
"Sorry, I don't really know if you had any allergies or anything so I just got you a plain cheeseburger and some fries. They're pretty good though, you should try them. At least that's what Lav told me. He comes here all the time!" the person said before eating some of their burger. The man stared at the burger that the stranger got for him and winced a bit in both disgust and worry. The burger not only was covered in a ton of grease as though it had been dunked in a tub of it but it was also food from, well, a stranger. It's a bit weird to say the least.
"Are you alright? You're incredibly pale. Go on, try some. It looks unhealthy, sure, but this is a fast food restaurant. What else would you except from a fast food place?" the person said before laughing a bit. The man looked down at the burger once more before picking it up. Soggy. This is horrible. (I am literally so uncomfortable thinking about how greasy this burgers are WHILE I AM WRITING THIS. This burgers are canonically so greasy, it's so bad) He stares at it for just a bit longer before taking a bite. Still very soggy. No. This texture is horrible. Absolutely horrible. Gordon Ramsay would shut this place down immediately. There's no saving these burgers.
"Good, right? I love the flavor, it's really good. The texture is... a little off but it's kind of uh... overshadowed by the taste. I guess."
The man slowly nodded as he grimaced. No, there is literally nothing good about this burger. Nothing good at all. He swallows the bite and sets the burger back down before glancing at the fries. He decides it's probably best for his health to not eat another bite of this food. He looks over and the stranger's burger is already gone.
"Welp, not eating here again." they said, laughing again. "Well, maybe for the fries but the burger? Not very good. Anyway, I never even told you my name! I'm Jack, what's your name?" the person apparently named Jack asked, looking at the man with a kind smile. The man turned his head to the side a bit, confused.
"Your name. You don't... You don't have a name?"
The man thought about it for a moment. He doesn't have a single memory of talking to someone before. He doesn't have a memory of being outside the diner, a memory of being named, a memory of anything else but this restaurant. The man then shook his head, embarrassed again.
"Oh. Well, it's fine. Do you have a phone number?"
The man shook his head again.
"You don't seem to really talk a lot either. That's alright though. Do you come here a lot?"
The man would correct him, tell him that he lives here. But he simply nods.
"Great! Okay, we can meet here tomorrow then, right?"
Nod.
"Okay, awesome! See you around then!" Jack says before he waves and walks out. The man can't help but reach out to Jack despite knowing him for only half an hour. It feels like he's known him for weeks at this point. He's the only person he knows. But he lets Jack leave and he sits there by himself. The workers leave and he sets his head back down as the rain settles down and he sleeps. He sleeps to just pass the time as he waits for tomorrow to arrive.
After all, tomorrow is the only thing to look forward to when the present is not pleasant.