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 happy to talk to someone after being alone for so much of the night. He's tall and lanky with a dark scruffy goatee and wavy hair. His nametag reads 'Eli', and he doesn't look much older than 20.

"Evening!" Eli greets you, his voice warm and cheerful, with a little bit of a skater boy drawl to it. "What can I do you for?"