Perhaps Ben is sheltered. He wouldn't go to any great lengths to deny it, if accused. This city is not his home ( or any city, take your pick ), nor does he know the ins-and-outs of what might go down in a nearly emptied diner when most people were tucked up in their beds, asleep. But, Ben likes to think he has some common sense about him, even with a regretful glance at the plate of food he'd just ordered. So much for that.
When he'd entered, there'd been one other customer, still hunched against the window with his drink long gone cold. Now, with a new figure leaning close against the counter, he'd bet this tension wasn't imagined. “ Am I intruding, by any chance? ”