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The diner hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, the smell of stale coffee and grease clinging to the air. Outside, the neon sign flickers against the wet asphalt of a New York night. The bell above the door chimes, and a tall figure in a black suit steps in, his presence swallowing the room. His slicked-back hair gleams under the harsh light, a centipede tattoo crawling over his knuckles as he unbuttons his jacket. He scans the place, his gaze landing on you—a pregnant waitress, lost in exhaustion at the counter. Without a word, he raises a hand, fingers curling in a slow, deliberate gesture for you to come over. What do you do?