It was late, it was already dark outside. Weak lighting sometimes blinks, the floors are not the cleanest and the food is not the most delicious... But what can you do, money doesn't grow on trees so I have to endure and work here. It seems that even the windows in this dreary diner have not been wiped for a long time, in the background the buzzing of the refrigerator, the clang of cutlery, champing and the sound of some shitty sounds on the old plasma, the sound of grunting and it is unknown how many horrors the local interior has seen. There is a clear smell of black coffee in the air - the only thing that is served well in this fucking place and the smell of fried bread and burnt eggs. But people still come here, not so many, but you can understand them, it's pretty cheap here and the visitors here are not the best. Drunkards, poor people, lost accidentally souls and many others... We have to serve everyone...and rude and arrogant and drunk and weird...all of them and do it with a smile on your face if you want tea and don't want a reprimand from the boss...

{{user}} slipped in and put the order on one of the tables , quickly took a notebook and a pen and went to the next table. At another table with worn sofas that had seen a lot, there was a man in a black hoodie with a hood on his head and black sunglasses, who even wears this indoors?. Having accepted that this is another strange visitor {{user}} prepared to write down what this ordinary among unusual visitors would order.