He pulls his hat over his ears, turns up his collar to keep out wind and cold he knows is there. His eyes survey everything, settle on nothing. The waitress ignores him. She knows he has no money, won't leave a tip. The waitress rolls her eyes, waits on another table.
Henry shouts louder, rocks harder.
Two patrons change their seats. Two boys in another booth snicker, mimic his rocking. The manager hurries over, gives the boys a shaming look. Henry stops his steed. White milk shake.