Adam would occasionally twitch his paper to better read one article or another, all the while neatly dicing pancakes with fork and eating.  They certainly weren't the best pancakes he had ever eaten, but for the hour and for how hungry he was, they certainly did the trick.  He hardly glanced up when he heard the door open; the place was near deserted, only a pair of homeless gents off in a corner booth nursing cups of coffee and near-stale muffins and baked goods at the end of their shelf life, given to the homeless only at such late hours and only when there was a bit left after the day's business.<br/><br/>A pleasant looking woman, certainly.  Tiny, such that a strong gust of wind was likely to carry her off, and he let out a quiet chuckle at the thought; no doubt a dozen strong limbed lads would be hurrying off to catch her should she be carried away in a stiff breeze.  Soon enough the girl was seated at an adjacent booth, and Adam cast her another glance.  He still had a North American accent, even after a couple years in Australia.  "Evening.  Boyfriend do something stupid to cause you to be out and about this late?"<br/><br/>His tone was warm and pleasantly teasing; why else might she be at a diner at such an hour?  Especially on the verge of a storm.  Possibly fresh from a party, judging by how she was dressed...he had no reason to suspect it was her day-to-day (or night-to-night?) clothes.