[ It offers some sense of observation, a way to survey the constant rotation of patrons slipping in and out of its flimsy door, a charming little ding whenever that bell gets a proper little jolt with every opening. He's found himself here a fair number of times, never quite consistent with the schedule if only to get an idea what when the service actually improves (late hours have proven a desire of anything means jumping across the counter and making it for yourself).
Frank chooses a much earlier hour today, coat heavy on his shoulders, boots stomping lightly across the linoleum as he peers with quick glances at the booths to find an empty space.
His gaze falls upon hers then, briefly, a quick meeting of light eyes peering up from beneath dark brows, and he offers her a subtle nod, simple and polite only because she's looking his way, but he doesn't wait to see what kind of response she might give in turn. Instead, he slips into the booth just past her, sliding onto the cushion connected on the opposite side of her seat, the closest empty spot without having to venture further across the diner.
If he'd meant for this to be an experiment of testing speed, this morning slot offers the best success and it's only a few minutes waiting in which he slides out of his coat, resting back comfortably in a black long-sleeved henley, before a waitress approaches his table, her notepad almost immediately at the ready. ]
Mornin', ma'am. Uh, how's about three eggs over easy and sourdough toast. Side of bacon. [ He rolls up his sleeves, chin nodding up to gesture at the visible pot brewing behind the counter. ] And a constant stream of that coffee whenever you get a chance, thank you.
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Frank chooses a much earlier hour today, coat heavy on his shoulders, boots stomping lightly across the linoleum as he peers with quick glances at the booths to find an empty space.
His gaze falls upon hers then, briefly, a quick meeting of light eyes peering up from beneath dark brows, and he offers her a subtle nod, simple and polite only because she's looking his way, but he doesn't wait to see what kind of response she might give in turn. Instead, he slips into the booth just past her, sliding onto the cushion connected on the opposite side of her seat, the closest empty spot without having to venture further across the diner.
If he'd meant for this to be an experiment of testing speed, this morning slot offers the best success and it's only a few minutes waiting in which he slides out of his coat, resting back comfortably in a black long-sleeved henley, before a waitress approaches his table, her notepad almost immediately at the ready. ]
Mornin', ma'am. Uh, how's about three eggs over easy and sourdough toast. Side of bacon. [ He rolls up his sleeves, chin nodding up to gesture at the visible pot brewing behind the counter. ] And a constant stream of that coffee whenever you get a chance, thank you.