Layla walked out of work at around 3am. It was a good shift to have, all the guys were desperate, so they tipped well. She wrapped herself in a big jacket, covering herself almost completely. She didn't really need to, it wasn't like she wore her work "clothes" outside the club, but she had heard about some strippers being stalked by the men who went to the club, and she didn't want to have to deal with that. So, she didn't really like looking recognizable within a block or two of the club.
Like she did after every shift, she walked to her favorite diner and took a seat at the counter. The food wasn't special there or anything, but it was the first one she found and she loved that the staff all knew her. Having not made any friends in London yet, the casual familiarity was a highlight of her day.