Nathan Lewis’s eyes were permanently glued to the back of someone’s head. His unkempt amber hair hid his glaring eyes from the world. He looked down on everyone, literally and figuratively. Not only was he extremely tall but he always wore black work boots, even though there was no need for them at the diner. The women he served, the nice moms, would always lecture him on his bones. Insisting on needing more protein. Nathan would smile shyly and decline. Moving to the next table, people from high school, his mood always shifted. Daily specials were thrown at them, along with a strong glare. Nathan was always polite, but only to people he liked. God help you if he did not like you.
He smirked from corners of classrooms, edges of benches,
He smirked from corners of classrooms, edges of benches,