Guy who walked in the door, he caused ripples. Nobody there but two kids intent on sucking down a shake and fries or sucking down each other and he caused ripples without a damn person in the joint because, Nick figured, he was just that kind of guy. Straight backed, which didn't make him a trucker because the guys who passed through who were big and ornery-looking enough to make ripples, they hunched. They visited the trailers the other side of town and maybe they stopped by, but they were liable to beat it to the shitpile that side of town because nobody gave a shit about decent coffee if they were getting back out on the road.
Nick didn't have a hell of a view from below. He was looking up, so he caught the side of the kid's face in the booth as he registered the new customer and he caught a glance of the guy's shoulder until he eased down onto the stool behind the counter-top. Then? He got a sweet-ass view of the top of his hat and not a hell of a lot else.
Wasn't nothing suspicious about that right off. Big in this town stuck you out further than the town gossips needed you to be to make shit up, maybe cause a little trouble for you and if you were a big fuckin sonofabitch trouble didn't need to get started for you, you had plenty. But the guy turned over his cup and leveled his own advertizing at him and Nick laughed, short and sharp.
"Yeah. Ain't that much competition. You gotta run a firing line of old ladies to get in to the B and B. And the place 'cross town ain't for shit." He had the routine down now, getting the coffee jug out and over, and he poured thick black into the empty cup. Side-on, he got a better look because no matter how far you looked down, fact was Nick was still looking up. He'd been tall before, and his length had been in his trunk as well as his legs but no matter which way you split it, he got a shot of the side of the guy's face in shadow.