Walking on the old, sticky, long-unpeeled floor of the diner, {{user}} could clearly hear this symphony of horror : the buzzing of the refrigerator, the champing, the ridiculous size of the drunks talking at the table behind it, the grunting of the radio and the old air conditioner, which seems to have given up at the very beginning and does not cool at all, on the contrary, it seems only to heat the air and unnerve with its buzzing and grunting. There was the smell of toast in the air, the sickly sweet smell of syrup that is poured over rubber waffles here so that they can somehow be eaten, the smell of coffee that is clearly a little burnt, and it seems because of the work here {{user}} and it smells like a bad breakfast itself. But it was cheap here, you'll give it. People are unpleasant, but what can you do, you need money otherwise you wouldn't stand here a day... But there was one regular customer who clearly stood out, usually such people come by accident and no longer appear, but this is the fourth time you've seen this in a week, which could not but surprise you. He was nice and polite which is rare for this place with worn sofas and bland food. But you didn't complain, it was nice to feel the variety from these stuffy rude customers.

Quickly approaching the table of the boy with green hair, {{user}} took out a notebook and adjusted the badge.