He walked in just like any other customer. A jingle of doorbell the only sound to herald his entrance. He also looked just like any other customer-nothing too special. The location of Tif's Diner on the interstate made it the go to spot to nab a sandwich or piping hot cup of java for truckers, road trippers, the occasional stranger driving off to interesting places. He carried a duffel bag with him that swayed heavily as he strolled into the shop, seeking out the nearest barstool to the entrance. The shop was pretty small by coffee shop standards. You could call it a coffee stand and it'd probably be more accurate. He took a seat on one of the red upholsted barstools, the stainless steel pivot spinning him once, then twice before he set his elbows on the counter, nabbing the attention of the only person that mattered to him in the shop with a toss of his head. He eyed the cream colored name plate that jutted awkwardly from the womans left breast. He squinted for the barest of moments to read 'Tiffany'.
He didn't wait for her to get close. "Coffee. Black and keep 'em comin'." he said flatly, taking off his shades within the gloom of the diner despite the halogen lights. It was a blistering hot day and with no trees or greenery for miles either way, the diner was left to the mercy of baking in the sun. The air conditioning was nothing more than fart of cool air every once in a while, but it beat being outside. He raised the sleeve of his leather jacket to note the watch on his wrist, checking the time.