Tom's Diner (manofyourdream & GracieParker)

Patricia Jones had turned 21 only two months ago. After High School she had taken off almost a year to travel around a bit, before finally starting college. She was majoring in Mass Communication Media Studies, mostly because the media and their affects on the world had been something she was interested since she was a young girl. Yet lately her focus had not been on her studies. These days her mind was occupied with the constant struggle of paying her rent, buying food and how to afford those expensive books she need for college. Not to mention the costs of actually going to college in the first place. With only little support form her parents Patricia, or Trish as her friends called her, had tried out several low paid jobs, before she got stuck with her current position of income. She was a waitress in Tom's Diner, out in the middle of nowhere it was pretty much a shithole. One of those remnants of the diner boom in the 50ies and 60ies.

Still, she was able to work a lot of hours and therefore make more money than she would have usually earned with a waitress job. Tom however had died ages ago and now the diner belonged to Craig, a sleazy 47year old fat guy who mostly sat on his lazy ass all day, barking out orders as to how his employees were supposed to do their job. Trish thought he was a gigantic asshole, but he kept his greedy podgy fingers off the tips his waitresses earned so she had that going for herself. She was his best waitress, which was mostly due to the fact that Trish was also the prettiest. Her golden hair seemed to glimmer in the sunlight and her fair soft skin looked almost like it had been painted. Even the common diner waitress uniform she had to wear, could not distort the fact that Trish was a beautiful young woman.

The blonde thin girl studied the clock on the wall intensely with all the patience she could muster up, which was not much to begin with. 10:42 PM, only 18 minutes left and she could finally go home. Craig had left roughly two hours ago, like most days he went home early and left it to his waitresses to close up the diner. "Lazy bastard!", Trish mumbled while thinking of her boss. One of the few perks of the location of the diner, was that at this time of the day, no one would come in. Being placed close to a highway with pretty much nothing around for miles, there were not that much customers in the first place, much less so when it was almost time to close up. She would have loved to already go home, but sometimes Craig would call in shortly before 11PM in order to question them about how much money the diner had earned that particularly day.

With only 15 minutes to go, Patricia started to wipe off the tables in the whole diner. The sooner she would finish cleaning them and putting all the chairs up, she sooner she would get home. Bending over the table in order to reach each inch of it, she focused solely on the task in front of her bright blue eyes. While still in her rhythm of wiping the tables, she recognised the sound of the door. A little confused she turned around, only to get sight of a tall bald man with rugged facial features. His frame appeared to be well toned, at least as far as the blonde girl could tell with her first impression. As she had never seen him before the only logical explanation was that he was a customer. Trish breathed in deeply and obviously unenthusiastically, an annoyed facial expression crossed her face for an instant. "You got to be kidding me.", she whispered mostly to herself and glanced at the clock again. 10:48PM, this had to be a joke. "Good evening Sir, can I help you?", she forced herself to fake a smile and greet the man who just came through the door.

Henry Langston, the name itself carried a weight in the business industries. He had his empire in the city not so far from here where he conducted his business. It was merely 20 minutes away from where he was. He was here on an important business meeting that had been concluded already. He wasn’t expecting for the meetings to drag on like this had but it was good catching up with these Americans who worked for Japanese Company back in Japan. He was surprised to see that they had sent three Americans to discuss the business deal with Langston Corp.

The deal was so important that he had personally taken some time out to actually attend the meeting and to his surprise, one of the guys was someone he had graduated with from college. Small world this was. While his secretary wrapped up everything after the meeting back at the hotel where these men were staying at, he decided to take them out for a cup of coffee and some late night snacks, considering how late their meeting had run down to. Secretary had her own car and would drive back to the city once done from there. He was looking forward to head home and almost wished why these men didn’t want a hotel in the city. Their excuse was they were so tired of spending time in the city back in Japan, they wanted some quietness and this is also their vacation, sort of, and so, they were going to enjoy the quiet as long as they could. He didn’t blame them.

It was a good business and Henry had made millions from it. He was ready to retire...technically he was, even though he was only 39 years old. He let others do the work for now and only attended important business deals, such as this one.

After driving around for nearly 15 minutes, they came across a Diner. Since he had a feeling the meeting would go on a little late, he had decided to send his driver home and take out one of his Benz convertible for a short drive. While the guys looked up the directions, he would have never come to a shitty place like this but it would have to do for now. The place had a retro feeling about it. Henry led the guys inside and towards a corner table where they all scooted in, him being first. One of the guys sat next to him while the other two across him.

From the looks of it, he seemed like any other typical guy. He stood tall at 5ft 10in, weighted about 190 lbs with bald head and rugged facial features. The coat that he was wearing hid his toned chest, something that lot of people weren’t aware of the time he puts in the gym. That’s when he looked up for someone to come and take their order, noticing a young blonde who was cleaning up a table. What he also noticed what her annoyed expression since he was facing the woman while the other three guys looked at the menu. He even noticed how she mustered some words and he was sure they weren’t pleasant. He waited for her to come over and during that time, he noticed how she eyeballed the clock. It was obvious she wasn’t happy they were here. It almost made him smirk, looking at the guys and then the girl who was in her uniform. He eyeballed her name tag, “Patricia…I will take a cup of coffee.” He spoke in his stern voice and added, “…and whatever these three men want.”

He said and sat back, looking at her as he shifted in his seat to look at her while other three ordered some fries, hash browns and cup of coffee. It wasn’t that big of an order and fries would take not even 5 minutes but he noticed how she wasn’t pleased by their presence.That's when one of the guys actually made some comment on her dress, "They still make waitresses wear these silly outfits?" He said and the other two laughed. Henry didn't laugh but smirked a bit more seeing how the girl reacted.