"The mouse is in the diner," Harry whispered, his eyes fixed on the reflection in the glass. "And the cat is currently parking a very loud vehicle."
"I am not late. I am precisely where I am, which is a state of being," Harry replied, his voice a flat, rehearsed monotone. He glanced at the window. A dark SUV had just pulled into the gravel lot across the street. "Resident Alien" Cat and Mouse(2022)
Bach entered, his gaze sweeping the room like a thermal scanner. He stopped just short of Harry’s booth, his hand hovering near his jacket pocket. The air in the diner grew thin. For a moment, time stretched. Then, Max—the only boy who could see Harry's true form—walked in, looked Bach dead in the eye, and pointed directly at a stray cat sitting on the counter. "The mouse is in the diner," Harry whispered,
"Harry, what's wrong?" Asta's tone shifted, sensing his tension. He glanced at the window