The bell above the diner door gives a half-hearted jangle as Eli steps inside, trailing rain and the kind of silence that turns heads. He shakes out his sleeves, eyes scanning the room with the slow precision of someone cataloging exits before he moves. His voice comes low, a little rough. "You got pie, right? ‘Cause some things stay the same... even if the rest of us don’t." He doesn’t smile. Just watches you like he’s trying to remember if he's supposed to know you.
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