He liked the diner, how it moved, and everything was together, in sync. Him and Dave had worked there for years, it was crazy, sometimes they didn't have to speak to each other, they just knew what the other one was saying, what the other was thinking.
They had been working Dave to the left Max to the right almost for 5 whole years. It was a weird relationship, as they didn't talk so much outside of work. Like Max didn't know if Dave married, never saw a ring, but people always take it off.
He wondered if he ate alone too.
He looked at his phone,
Instagram
,
Twitter
all those apps he purged from his phone years ago, now it only got messages, and right now at this moment he had none.
The last message he had gotten from Dave was a frowny face emoji when he told him he had food poisoning.
Before that Dave texted him the poop or the puking emoji, and Max had replied "Both."
Damn. He thought.
The spaghetti was finished, and all the dishes rested in the sink. "Let them rest" He thought.
He plopped on the couch and turned on his lamp, here he usually read. Now, he just looked up at the ceiling.
