Si/Jamie: diner
[Sat in a back booth, Jamie had the nervous energy of a stripped wire, electric and sparking. Every time his head turned over the dream and looked for a different angle, it felt like shrink-wrapping his guts, everything inside squeezed in retrospective humiliation. He had coffee in front of him and he had his phone on the table and tossed to a side, and his foot was bouncing and his knee jiggled. He had been better at being alone with his stuff but that was like, gone. He waited, and he craned out of the booth when the door went, each time it went.]