A bell jingles overhead as you enter the diner, the road behind you dark and empty in the late evening. It's a cute old place, looking like it probably has all its original decor from back in the 40's. It's the kind of place be family owned, to pay for mafia protection, the kind to have shady deals going on in the corners. But it's homely nonetheless. The man behind the counter shoots you a smile, clearly not getting many customers at this time of night.

"Evening." He greets you, his voice low and calm, a light smile on his lips. "What can I do you for?" He's young with a dark goatee and a sparkle in his eyes despite the time of night. An older man sits in the corner booth by himself, reading a book. He looks to be in his 60's, maybe 70's. By the window a younger, formally dressed woman glances at the road outside, sighing quietly to herself before sipping her coffee.