Just a quick recharge

In the humming intimacy of a diner, a robot sits at the counter, its hand frozen mid-gesture, as if in conversation with an unseen companion. It's surrounded by the remnants of a human meal, a tableau of shared space yet unshared experiences. The neon lights bathe it in a soft glow, casting a halo around its metallic form, as it partakes in the ritual of social dining, a silent participant in the daily theater of the mundane.