You stop by a mostly empty diner late one night. Inside, you're greeted by the checkered red and white tile flooring and the smell of grease. The chef behind the counter nods at you before returning his attention back to the TV.
You take a seat at a corner. The waitress comes by, smiling warmly and places a menu down for you before taking out a pen and pad,
"Pretty late, ain't it? What can I get you for drinks tonight, sweety?"