Tom unbuttoned his poppy-adorned coat and walked into the cafe.
‘Morning,’ he said to the owner Nessie. ‘The usual.’
Nessie couldn’t work out Tom. This solitary, gruff man had become her pet project. She wanted to make him smile. But so far, not even a smirk.
‘Don’t you get sick of the same thing every day, Tom?’
‘No,’ he