Morgan looked back and forth between the lone customer and the front hallway. He hadn't expected anyone to get stuck, but it was bitterly cold outside and the snow didn't seem to be stopping. He walked over to where the young man was sitting, and noticed the plain black collar around his neck, for the first time.
"You don't have anyone who's going to be missing you?" he asked, wondering where the slave's owner was. It wasn't entirely unusual for a slave to be out alone, but to be alone, drinking, and not expected anywhere was definitely unusual.