Frank gets coffee and pie. And something else.

"Oh I could do that!" she nodded cheerfully. "I will put the closed sign up and turn off the outside lights. Another customer might want a burger or sandwich and they might be angry. Sit anywhere."

"If you're closed, why don't you join me? Have a coffee or something. I don't like dining alone."

"Oh that is kind of you. I will have a coffee. Thank you for being so understanding about the kitchen."

"Stuff happens," Frank smiled as she brought two coffees back to the table. "What kind of pie do you have."

"Um....Apple...and apple..." she giggled, looking in the pastry case as Frank dosed her coffee.

"In that case I'll take apple," he smiled, making her giggle again as she cut a wedge and brought it to him, sitting down with a smile at the counter beside him.

"I'm Frank, very pleased to meet you," he smiled, extending a hand.

"I am Haruko, although some of my western friends call me Hari. I do not like that so much."

"Neither do I," Frank grinned. "Haruko is a much prettier name. It matches the pretty girl who carries it." She giggled prettily and sipped her coffee, brushing her hair back from her face.

"I am not so pretty, there are many pretty girls here."

"Yes there are, and you're one of them," he grinned, touching her hand. "Don't let anyone tell you different."

"Oh, you have drank half your coffee! Let me freshen your cup!" she smiled and got up. When she returned Frank noticed she'd undone a button on her shirt, showing more cleavage and the slopes of what looked to be an impressive set of tits.

"Thank you Haruko. Now stop being a waitress for a few minutes and let me enjoy the company of a pretty girl."

"You are a tease!" she giggled, lightly slapping his arm. "So bad to tease a poor waitress like that!"

"I'm not teasing, I'm stating a fact. You're a beautiful young woman."

She blushed prettily and Frank patted her arm again. "And so nicely curved. In all the right places."

She gasped sharply, looking at him with eyes suddenly sultry.

"Do you think so?" she murmured, undoing a few more buttons and displaying her ripe round tits. "Do you really Frank?"

Frank grinned savagely as he looked at her, noting the stiffness of her nipples and the sudden heaviness of her breathing.

"Let me show you just how much I think so," he growled, grabbing a handful of womanflesh and gently squeezing, flicking his thumb over the hardened nipple.