Diara“Eliot, hello,” I greeted him. He looked impeccable in his long coat and shiny shoes, out of place in a diner like this one.“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said with a kind smile, “I’ve met you again so soon.”“What are you doing here?” I asked.“I came to grab a milkshake,” he said quickly, nodding to the woman behind the counter. She was stunned by his presence, her jaw dropping.“W-what kind, sir?” she stammered, regaining her composure.Eliot blanched. “What do you mean?” “What kind of milkshake would you like?” she clarified.“Oh, I didn’t know there were types,” he murmured. So he wasn’t really here for a milkshake. I...