Two Strangers
Risdon was tense and frozen when the two figures strode in. His muscles locked, and the other diners swiveled in their chairs, their forks suspended in mid-air as they struggled to get a better view of the intruders.
The steady downpour on the asphalt outside could be heard faintly, but there was a palpable silence inside the Taco Bell. Lit from behind by the light from the neon signs, the two shadows moved towards him.