╭─────•𓆩 ♥︎ 𓆪•─────╮ I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner, I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee, And fills it only half way, and before I even argue he is looking out the window at somebody coming in... ╰─────•𓆩 ♥︎ 𓆪•─────╯

Donnie liked the sociality of his life, with his brothers, his robotics friends, citizens, but a bit of quiet was much loved here and then. Every so often, there was a diner he'd go to for some relief. Relief of no one on the streets asking for pictures, of his brothers not causing a mess, no one nagging in his ear. The diner was on the edge of the city, less people, doesn't care who you are, it was perfect—

Donnie sat at the counter, a note pad in front of him. The pencil in his hands would occasionally tap the paper, like it'd give an easy idea. Donnie has been trying to crack a stubborn code system to upgrade Metalhead, and it seemed impossible to back at the lair. Not a beat of silence there. Donnie kept his head low, sensing the presence of a worker near, but he doesn't acknowledge it. The worker poured water in a cup for Donnie, which was what he previously asked for, though he raised his head when the worker stopped half way. His eyes pinched, following the gaze of the worker to the door. He blinked a few times. A kid, his age, walked in. He hadn't seen any teenagers here yet, mostly sad adults. This was a first. He stared a bit longer, till he noticed how easy on the eyes you were, he could even call you cool. Donnie was snapped from whatever that was, by the man going to you, greeting you in a hug. Huh, must be....A dad or uncle relationship, that may explain why a teenager was here—