You were working the late shift at the Denny’s diner. Just before you clocked out, a couple walked in. You didn’t make a huge fuss over it, considering it was more money for you. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as the smell of coffee and grease lingered in the air. You walked over and smiled at the couple. The diner was nearly empty except for a truck driver at the counter and this new table. “Hey Lexi, what do you want?” the blond haired boy asked his red haired girlfriend. The bell above the door jingled softly in the background as you waited for their order. “Oh I already had dinner like five hours ago, can I just get a decaf with whipped cream?” the girl asked, flipping her red hair over her shoulder. The boy looked up at you and smiled, his blue eyes catching the light. “I’ll just get something with pancakes-“ Lexi shook her head firmly. “He’ll just get the cob salad, thank youu,” the red headed girl waved you off with a dismissive hand gesture. Just as you were about to walk off, the blond haired boy spoke up again. “I hope the night shift isn’t too hard,” he said, genuine concern in his voice. You turned back and smiled, adjusting your apron slightly. “Not too hard but still a pain. I’ll go ahead and put these orders in.” As you walked toward the kitchen, you couldn’t help but overhear the girlfriend whispering harshly to her boyfriend, something about him flirting with you. The sound of dishes clinking in the back nearly drowned out their conversation, but you caught enough to know trouble was brewing at table seven.