Dana's Place

Aiden sighs and runs a hand through his hair. The dark circles under his eyes are more apparent than they ever were. "Hi Dana. Good to see you again." He considers the answer to that question for a moment. What was a decent answer to sum up "I'm working myself half to death out of stubbornness and I want to go home?"

"Things are good. You?" He sits at the counter after a bit of hesitation.