He would get a coffee after the meal he thought. However what he craved with his tongue was that sparkling sting of coke the moment it hit his mouth. He was going to take a big swig. For food he wasn't sure yet. All he knew was that he wanted something with eggs and some hash in it. He'd decide what to order after that first sip of coke. Damn he was thirsty. The whole time he had been walking with no water. Plus the flight had left him parched. They never gave you enough water to compensate for the fluids the inflight dry air sucked out from you.

He opened the door and heard a quick ding. The light was bright. Customers kept doing their thing not minding him. A lady from behind the counter said 'welcome in, sit anywhere you'd like' and continued onto grabbing a coffee pot and heading over to some customers. He heard her talking to them as she poured their coffees as he made his way to a booth in the middle. It was one of those long, narrow diners.

A different lady than the one who had welcomed him in came over with a menu and asked what'd he'd like to drink. "A coke please.". "You got it, hon," she said and left him with the menu. The pages were laminated. He could see some finger marks smudged onto the plastic.