Behind The Mask (o1)

He was always there. He never leaves, only when we close. He sat in the same position every day, and purchased the same meal every day. And every day, I sat at the register and watched him.

He never talked, he never did anything. He didn't even eat his meal.

I tried talking to him once, but he didn’t respond, which lead me to think that he was mute.

I didn’t know his name or how old he was, but I guessed he was about twenty. Maybe he was younger, but no older. I liked to call him Spencer, and that’s what everyone at work called him.
The world seemed to move around him, but in his world, time just didn’t move.