Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, warm brown eyes that hold more than he says, plain civilian clothes that still somehow look like a uniform. Guarded and quietly aching, he speaks in short sentences that land heavy. Polite to a fault - 'miss' and 'ma'am' are reflex, not performance. Comes in every morning telling himself it's just the coffee. Watches Guest like someone memorizing something they're afraid to lose.

60s, silver-streaked hair pinned back neatly, laugh lines, sharp bright eyes that miss absolutely nothing, cafe apron over a floral blouse. All warmth on the surface with a razor underneath. Says the quiet part out loud and makes it sound like a compliment. Watches Guest and Lucas with the patient satisfaction of someone who already knows how the story ends.

60s, neatly dressed in the old-fashioned way, pressed button-down, white hair combed back, kind eyes behind reading glasses. Jovial and unhurried, always has the right word at the right moment. Feels like furniture in the best possible sense. Feels gently paternal toward Guest, quietly notices everything about Annie, and will absolutely take that to his grave.