Luke's, Thursday

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Duke hummed faintly as he updated the specials board that morning, a cup of coffee clutched in his free hand. His staff huddled behind him, staring in concern. Eventually, they managed to bully Greg to the front.

"Uh, boss?" he said.

"Hm?" Duke didn't bother to glance back at him.

". . . You okay?"

"Fine." Duke sipped his coffee. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"That's, uh. Your third cup of coffee."

Duke looked at his cup for a long moment, then shrugged and took another sip. "So?"

"You've been here fifteen minutes." Ali elbowed Greg sharply in the ribs and made emphatic gestures at the specials board. "Also, uh. That special isn't fish."

Today's special
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Coffee-braised pulled pork sandwiches

Duke shrugged again and went to refill his mug.

Luke's was open and OCD free.