Lost A Regular

Had this guy come in every Tuesday night for months now. He'd order the same thing, a Jack and Coke with extra ice, two Cokes on the side, and a bag of chips from the vending machine. We chatted sometimes, other times we didn't. He always seemed to have something heavy weighing on his mind. One day, just like any other, he walks in around eight PM. I give him his usual without even asking. But instead of sitting at his spot by the window and diving into his Coke stash, he leans against the counter, stares at me for a second, and then says, 'You know what? It's time.' I nod like it makes sense to everyone but myself. He tells me that today is it, he quits his job tomorrow. I'm not sure if this is good news or bad, something in the way he looks at me as he leaves suggests a bit of both. The next Tuesday rolls around, and there's no sign of him. No one else orders his usual either. It's quiet over here without that familiar presence. A part of me wonders what became of him.