the diner's ambience is loud this morning. the chatter of waitresses and patrons alike settled around him. he was stuffed into a corner booth with his coffee and a piece of pie. it wasn't abnormal to find him here on saturday mornings. actually – it was a frequent occurrence. he quite liked their apple pie. gaze lifts, curious, as the bell on the door rings. signaling the entrance of another patron. mutt supposed he should stop dawdling and finish his pie – there weren't very many tables open. actually – as he cast a glance around the diner… there were none.
❝ hey ! ❞ he calls out, then, waving at the stranger. ❝ you can sit with me if you'd like – i won't be much longer if you have friends comin' or somethin' ! ❞
/ @strcys ( i left it open for you to choose your muse ! :) )