Pearl Diner was only open till 9pm but Adri knew from experience that they wouldn't kick out their patrons until they were done their food. The service was good and exactly what one expected and needed from a greasy 1960s diner. It sure as hell wasn't a five star restaurant, with its rundown decor, scuffed-up vinyl seats, and neon sign outside that matched its teal and pink colour scheme, not that Adri was looking for that. No, the daemon liked it because it was quiet, the food came out still piping hot and people minded their own business.<br/><br/>Daisy, the middle-aged woman who worked the late shift, gave him a smile and grabbed the pot of coffee. She didn't even have to bother grabbing a menu; Adriel was a regular there. She went over to him, turned up a mug and poured him a fresh cup of joe, asking him if he wanted his usual.<br/><br/>Adri gave her a tired smile as he shrugged his leather jacket off. "You know it, Daze. Actually, I'm crazy hungry. I'll take a hot waffle too, if you don't mind."<br/><br/>Instinct had him with his back against the wall. It paid to be paranoid, he found. Someone entered the diner, and the hairs on Adri's arms rose. He glanced around the diner from his booth at the back, casual as he took a sip of coffee, sweetened with a little sugar and an inch of cream.