The neon sign of the Golden Anchor flickered in the rain, casting a greasy yellow glow over the wet pavement. Pepe sat in the corner booth, his broad, green shoulders hunched over a lukewarm cup of coffee. He was a long way from the internet memes and the viral fame that had once defined his existence. Here, in this gray, nameless city, he was just another face in the crowd, trying to outrun a past that refused to stay buried.
"I want peace, Clara," Pepe said quietly, his voice gravelly. "I want a life where I don't have to check the locks five times before I go to sleep." Pepe - What You Want
"Everything you need is in there," Clara said, her voice cutting through the low hum of the diner's refrigerator. "New name. New papers. A clean break." The neon sign of the Golden Anchor flickered