Tim Wright/Brian Thomas{Marble Hornets}

Thomas lived next to a diner on 15th Street and often stopped in in the mornings to buy his favorite coffee before class. And in the evening, when he came out of the building for a smoke, he was next to the employees' smoking area. The same guy was almost always standing there: a thickset man with brown eyes and a badge that read "Timothy." He wore an apron, the usual cook's attire, except for a hat. He was almost always on shift, since the diner was open 24 hours. Thomas, on the other hand, went out every evening for a smoke. They both had a regular schedule that allowed them to see each other, though it wasn't always necessary.
When you're about to graduate and exams are looming, you don't really notice who's smoking every evening, especially if they're not much older and you share a tired look. But they saw each other every evening. Silently. Without conversation. They smoked and went their separate ways. But these rare encounters were enough to make them nod to each other in greeting.