Harth's face betrayed no reaction as the newcomer traced a finger through the quickly congealing blood of the waitress. He took another swig of his beverage and watched the diner's latest occupant look at everything not with fear, but with casual interest.
Admittedly, Harth was intrigued.
""You should lock the door, turn the sign, if you don't want to be bothered."
"Perhaps, but if I did that, the restaurant wouldn't have potential to diversify its menu."
The young man before him seemed to be smiling at the carnage. If Harth was a different sort of individual, he might even feel a certain kinship with the boy. After all, it was clear his work had been admired.
Harth placed his cup on the counter and turned to face the other.
"So tell me, are you more of a breakfast special...or a cook?"