He sat alone in his corner booth. Strung out on last nights weed and beer. The only friend in the world he had at the moment was the bitter black coffee that he held like it might also leave him if he let go.
Then she walked in. Way to dressed up for a rinky dink diner on the outskirts of Chicago. Red leather pants, a white tank top and a short black jacket to match. He first was just going to dismiss her like the rest of the trash that ususally walks in here, but then she turned around. Her striking green eyes seemed to pierce right through him. She only glanced at him for a moment before she turned her head and her smooth black hair covered her face.