Visit the diner.

I need to get out and see some small local businesses if I'm going to make any click-worthy reading material. I change into something slightly more formal than loose-fitting shorts and a white T-shirt- Smoky gray sweatpants and a baggy black "Smiles for Miles," T-shirt. I figure I should at least try to look approachable. I grab my apartment keys from the empty spice drawer in my kitchenette, exit my apartment and lock the door behind me. There's surprisingly little traffic for a sunny Saturday, and there are two lonely cars parked by the several parking meters in front of the diner. This cements my will to eat at the diner, seeing as they certainly need business.

I push through the heavy doors into the diner and sure enough, there are two workers but no customers; That explains the cars out front. I walk up to the counter which is being maintained by a young brunette girl- She can't possibly be older than sixteen. She guides me to one of the few red booths and hands me a laminated menu. She gives me time to figure out what I want to order, so I ask for their most expensive shake- A mixture of strawberry ice cream, crushed Andes mints, cool whip, and whipped cream with a cherry on top. I wasn't expecting it to be "worth the paper," but it's certainly going in with whatever else I write for the paper. There are certainly things I wouldn't be able to put in the paper in terms of what I felt when a mature, muscular hunk came to the table I'm sitting at to cash me up. I pull my credit card out of my pocket and hand it to him, swallowing my saliva. He hesitates before saying, "Sir, I said how we do not accept cards here... Did you not bring any cash?" I feel my face go hot and I put my card back in my pocket, replacing it with my wallet. I only have a one-hundred dollar bill and they didn't have any customers...

"Hey, Stojan! Do I still get off an hour early tomorrow for workin' extra?" The girl who guided me to my seat yells across the restaurant, now wearing glasses and a bulky backpack. The man in front of me smiles warmly. "You know I keep my promises, Bianca! Take tomorrow off, an eligible employee will be coming here for tomorrow's shift." He says. Bianca smiles at him, her eyes wide. "Thanks, man! See you on Wednesday, than!" She shouts, and with that, she quickly flees the restaurant. "Um... Stojan, is it? Well, I only have a one-hundred dollar bill, so..." I suggest tentatively. The big man looks at me. "I have a two hour long lunch break starting in five minutes." He informs me. I can't tell what he's trying to say...