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August Prompt 7: Demean
Two men are sitting at a table halfway down the diner aisle. The pink-haired man suddenly stands up and starts yelling.
"I name you Hector! Patron Saint of the Inadequate, Failed Protector of the Rattiest Rat Folk, Disgraced Liege of Those Who Are Cautionary Tales!!"
"You forgot heartless bitch," the man in the sequined grey shirt replies.
"You're that fucking too!!" The pink-haired man throws money on the table (I assume his share of the bill), then grabs his to go box and rushes out the door.
"Asshole," Hector says quietly. He pulls out his phone and sends a text. He then pushes his plate out of the way and puts his head on the table.
The waitress walks by and takes Hector's empty plate, then refills his coffee.
Hector raises his head, takes a sip of coffee, then softly bangs his forehead on the table.
I start examining my nails and try to act as if I didn't witness this entire series of events. I resist the urge to bite off a hangnail.
The waitress walks by, drops a number of peppermint candies next to Hector's hand, then walks away. He sits up, puts one of the candies in his mouth, and then sends a text on his phone. He looks at me and I look down at my pancakes.