[OOC || Sorry about the "Leon" bit, I am so used to that being the psudonym I use.. ^-^' His name is really Vincent. Sowwy.]<br/><br/>Not having a vehicle, Vincent makes his way to the diner via foot. Not that it bothered him, it would allow him to arrive after rush hour, as well as stay in shape. Laughing slightly to himself, he reminisced about the past. The times they used to play together at the playground when they were kids. Prank calling each other in the early teen years. Even playing sports and working at an old "Mom n' Pop Shop" when they were in high school. The old days were good to them, and he enjoyed them.. But this was today, and he could only hope that they could share moments together again someday.<br/><br/>On his way to the diner, Vincent decided to stop by a small hat store. He bought an old cowboy's hat, one that could shield his face with the right tilt and lighting. "This'll be perfect," he muttered. By the time he made it to the diner, rush hour was dying and the moonlight was shining. Checking his phone, the time flashed '8:24 pm'. Taking in a deep breath, Vincent walked into the diner. He sat at the bar, keeping his head a bit cocked, the hat blocking his face for the most part.