You're in a diner after a long day of work. The moon shines bright in the sky, illuminating the street outside. You had ordered an omelette a couple minutes prior, and are now waiting for it. Once you recieve your food and pay, you notice who you assume to be the chef giving you a few glances - you seem to have caught his attention. You finish his food and he walks out from behind the corner, looking you in the eye with an awaiting smirk.

"So, did you like it? The food, I mean."