<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/leonard_hofstadter_1497.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Jeffrey Gates (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Out front to Back Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Monday Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, nerdy t-shirt and grey hoody<br/><hr/><br/>Jeffrey sat in his grey 2 door Toyota staring at the diner.  He was here again and this time he wasn't going to chicken out.  He had been thinking about this for over a month now.  He had overheard of this place from two customers at work, well not the diner, he had known of the diner most of his life.  It was the 'special' backroom that he had just heard about and couldn't stop thinking about.  Jeffrey worked a part time job as a stock boy at the local department store.  He overheard two guys talking about this diner and the 'specials' you can get.  Well the specials you can get in the back room if you asked properly.  Ever since he heard about the place he was fantasizing about it.  About the girls, about what it would be like, dreaming about everything, he had never been with a girl this was his chance.  He had come here just over a week ago, but in the end he chickened out just ordering a burger and fries and then leaving.  This time, this time he swore to himself he would carry through with it.<br/><br/>He climbed out of his Toyota, looking at the diner again it looked so ordinary.  He made his way to the main entrance of the diner, hesitating just slightly before pulling the door open and walking in.    He shuffled inside and looked around, it looked just like last time, nothing special.  Instead of sliding into a booth he waited a moment, he saw a waitress and made eye contact with her.  Before quickly lowering his gaze to the floor.   As she approached him he fidgety with his hands and stared at the floor.  He heard her ask if she could help him.  He took a deep breath and regained his composure, he wasn't going to chicken out.  He spoke nervously barely loud enough to be heard, "I...I'd like a quiet booth."  She hesitated a second looking him over, she wondered how old this kid was, was he old enough?  She thought about asking for an idea, but then thought he could be 18 or probably had a fake idea anyways.  The waitress took a sigh and asked him to follow and turned toward the back hall.  It took him a moment to realize he should be following her and quickly shuffled to catch up, following her down the hall to the back room.<br/><br/>He was paying attention to his breathing as he followed the hostess in front of him.  She was cute but seemed a little older, he wonder if the rest of the girls would look like her or what.  He thought he had overheard the guys say that the girls inside were all young, he had hoped that meant they were his age.  Though he would be happy with any age at this point.  He took another deep breath as the Hostess held open the door to the back room and led him inside.  He couldn't help but raise his head and look around.  He tried to take it all in.  It was definitely different in here.  Comfy couches, wood paneled walls, dim lighting, he had never seen a place like this.  The hostess ushered him to a seat in the corner couch, which he happily slid into.  "Here's the menu" she said, I'm sure whoever you choose will take good care of you.  With that she left leaving him alone to peruse the menu.<br/><br/>He immediately put his head down into the menu, it took him a moment to realize this wasn't a food menu, but a menu for the girls.  He carefully started to read it.<br/>