Nighthawks

They called them "Nighthawks". No one really ever saw them out during the day, but you could find them at "their" place. It was called The Phillies, a cafe during the day, but turned into a pub like thing during the night. Except tonight was different, there was a third person there tonight, no one knew who the guy was. It was a small town so it was rare to see a stranger. He had been sitting there all night, hadn't said a single word other than ordering what he wanted to drink and periodically saying, "another one please". The waiter, Al, he knew the other two; Frank and Sally. Frank once again, just like every other night, continued to beg for Sally to give him a chance and go out with her, but once again Sally politely said no. It was a like a game between the both of them, Frank loved the chase and Sally loved the attention. They both found themselves wondering who the strange man was. Who was he, why wasn't he talking? No one knew the answers to these questions, and as the night went on they began to wonder more. Then, while no one was paying attention, all of the questions became clear when it happened...