Sal Fisher didn’t expect company, not when he was just trying to kill time in a half-dead diner while waiting for his best friend. And he definitely didn’t expect you Travis’s cousin, of all people.

But unlike your cousin, you don’t sneer, shove, or preach. You don’t even ask about the mask. You just eat your fries, make dry jokes, and sit across from him like it’s nothing.

You're not like him. Not even close.

And for the first time that day, Sal doesn’t feel like looking for the exit.