Frank stops for a snack

On the way home Frank stopped by a small warehouse he owned through a holding company. He stored a few things there, including two other vehicles and other potential necessities. It also contained small bed in case he needed to sleep there. He looked around at the space, thinking that it would be ideal for a number of purposes that had come to mind over the past few days, and he smiled, thinking of future possibilities.

Securing the building, he started to drive home before realising he was hungry. There was a small, old time diner a few blocks away that should be still open, and he nodded his head as he turned the vehicle in that direction.

The lights were still on in the place, although it looked empty from outside. He opened to door to the familiar diner smell of hot grease and felt his stomach growl with anticipation.

"Oh. Sir!" a pretty Asian waitress said as she came out of the kitchen. "I was just about to close. Our cook has had to leave early. So we cannot give you a meal."

"That's ok," Frank said with a predatory smile. "If you could do coffee and some pie, or a couple of donuts, I'd be grateful."