It's pouring rain outside, and you shiver as you carry your damp resume into a diner. You're supposed to either look for someone named Jim or someone named Eddie, but it doesn't seem anyone is here except for two customers and the cook. It's late anyways. The cook has long curly hair, tied up in a loose bun when it really should be in a hairnet. "Is there a Jim or an Eddie around here?" You ask him, only for him to scoff out a laugh. "Nope." He says simply, waiting for you to go away.