A Long Time Ago, In A Restaurant Far, Far Away…
The restaurant was empty—no chatter, no clatter of dishes, only the soft hum of a refrigerator in the back. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead. Commander Perkins saw his table in the corner, small and bare, no chopsticks, no water glass, just the plain grain of wood and a few plants staring back at him. Finally, he sat down and waited, unsure for what. The silence didn’t fill him with peace. It just confirmed he was alone.
Done in Procreate.