T2W1 Journal

Steve walks into a diner, the one where he’s supposed to meet Amos.
The diner’s built out of an old cable car, with a lunch counter along one side and booths
on the other. Amos sits alone at the last table eating, hunched over his plate, long brown hair
hanging curly around his face.
Amos smiles when he sees Steve. “Steve!” he exclaimed, showing Jack the other side of his
booth with a big hand, not getting up. “You look good. Like you put on a little weight.” He
winks. “In a good way.”
“Thanks.” Steve pats his back.
He pondered and realized that it has been more than three years since they last met each other. As much as Amos would have hoped for a remarkable metamorphosis, Steve still looks like the obese scion of the cinema popcorn seller.
Of course, Steve had his little share of good points. He was not a disciple of materialism despite his opulence. Though he had a lot of things Amos did not have, he never discriminated Amos.