<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQNI5f57fgoLKAYI7LfdXJVMdAh-KujA4EVRta8nSajX-xHLZu97A)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Krystopher Dane<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Construction Worker<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The day had started off like every other day had since as far back as he could remember. Krystopher woke up to the loud beeping of his cheap alarm clock at 5AM, showered, threw a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt on along with his work boots, then headed to his job while downing a few cereal bars and a bottle of chocolate milk on the way. Of course by the time the sun came up and Granny's Diner opened for the day, the young man would have to stop in during his first break. Something he always did, everyday without fail. He even ordered the same meal, sat in the same spot, and always brought his work with him somehow. Whether it be all over his clothing or etched across a blueprint that he would have his face glued to while he ate. The young man rarely did any talking to the other patrons unless he knew them or they addressed him first due to the fact he wasn't really there to socialize. No. He was there to fill his stomach then get back to work and that was how he liked it.<br/><br/>He walked up to the diner just as a loud bang echoed out causing him to jump slightly before he looked to the direction it had come from. Once he seen Wally's truck he smiled softly then continued along his path, giving the man a friendly smile and nodding a 'hello' before making his way inside and heading straight for the counter. He slid into the stool at the far end and looked around briefly taking in everyone's faces before looking to Granny, "Coffee please, black extra sugar and the usual, thank you" ,Krystopher stated in a kind and respectful tone before opening up a book that he had carried in with him. Within seconds, the young man lifted the book up covering his face purposefully as he read. Of course, he wasn't reading any fairytales or some story for entertainment, he was reading what looked to be a book on old buildings and their designs. Yet again, something to do with work in some form.<br/><br/>As he flipped through the pages of his book, Krystopher took another look around the place before raising an eyebrow and lowering his book once he seen Emma. His gaze then went to Glenn as he spoke to the newcomer. The man's words causing Krystopher, for the first time since....well ever, to lose interest in what he was reading at the moment. Something felt off but he couldn't figure out exactly why. Sure there hadn't been any new faces in StoryBrooke for as long as he had lived there but it wasn't so odd for it to happen, right? He had been steadily going to Granny's everyday and never once thought of the fact it was because it was indeed the only diner in town. Not that he would complain about the service he received regardless but still....it made him think. It made him think hard and not just about the whole diner thing but about all the other things he casually looked over. Like the fact that he had no clue where he had come from, what his childhood was like, who his parents were, or whether or not he had been in this quiet Maine town his entire life or of he too was once the new face that stuck out like a sore thumb to all the locals. There was nothing there. No memories, except for his daily routine he had been doing for years. Or so it seemed.<br/><br/>After a few moments of simply looking back and forth between Emma and Glenn, Krystopher opened his mouth to say something right before his attention was drawn to the cup of coffee set down in front of him. The young man shook his head slightly before closing his mouth and once more lifting his book up in front of his face while reaching for his cup. There was no time for him to dwell on anything at the moment nor was there any time for him to play twenty one questions with people. He had to get back to work once he was finished eating and h didn't want to risk getting caught up in a conversation he knew damn well would only distract him further which in turn would take focus away from his job. Which was something he just couldn't allow. Even if it was damn near impossible to resist at the moment.