"You're beautiful." The man mutters. "Thank-you" I reply, smiling. I couldn't help but deny the words he had mustered. I was no model, actually I was very far from beautiful. My mid length brown hair with red on the ends was thrown into a sloppy bun, My teeth were as white as I could possibly get them, And I was dressed in my usual work attire. I loved working at the diner. The place that when vacant was the most beautiful sight. Of course, I usually closed the shop. That was, until the man began unusual tendencies.