“- heard he was possessed -” “ - killed people?” “Maybe we should ask him -” The three customers at the diner’s corner booth are murmuring with their heads pressed close in together, and Landis knows they’re talking about him. They look like college students, or maybe a little older, and they always come in around this time for coffee and cake. All three of them are dressed almost entirely in black. Usually, Landis is fortunate enough to just be leaving work when they came in, but he’s picked up a shift from a sick coworker today without entertaining the possibility that he’d have to interact with these particular regulars. Or listen to them gossip about him.
everyone’s going on a date this week