Tony walked into the diner, glad to be out of the snow as he shook his coat off, hanging it near the doorway where only staff hung their coats. Tony, brazen? Never! He caught sight of Frankie sitting at one of the booths, smiling as he walked up to it. "Hey." He said, leaning over to place a quick kiss on Frankie's lips. "You know, you keep eating like this and you'll burst out of your clothes. Not that i'd mind." He winked before sitting down on the other bench in the booth across from Frankie, putting his feet up on the other bench, next to his boyfriend's hips. "Last meal?" He motioned to the table. "Your sister finally gonna murder you or something?" He chuckled.