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Miguel was welcomed into his usual seat at the counter of his favorite old-fashioned style diner, the familiar seat bringing a comfort to his probably hardened behind.
As he looked around, he grew comfortable observing all of the familiar faces. A few stopped to wave hello, to which he did back with a smile, until he landed on someone who didn't look all too familiar. No, scratch that, he didn't recognize them at /all/.
He examined this new person. They had on the uniform, so they clearly worked here, but he had never seen them before. Usually, this wouldn't be such a big deal, but this person just.. doesn't sit right with him. Now, Miguel doesn't have spider senses, so it isn't that. He's being told this by his pure instinct, a traditional gut feeling.
As his suspicions grew, he became lost in his thought. So much so, that he didn't even realize this person was actively trying to take his order.
He snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, uh, what were you saying?"
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