"Hence the name?" Katja asked, referring to the burger being the specialty. She shrugged. Was she really that hungry? Not really but she was going to be out all night and drinking, she should really eat something. "I'll take the burger, with cheese. Medium rare. And a Diet Coke."
Not pleased with the news about the AC, Katja was going to need to suffer with some discomfort. That wasn't something that she was used to, at least not discomfort like heat or cold.
Just as she was done ordering, a scruffy, unwashed guy in his early twenties came in. It looked like his jeans and flannel that he wore hadn't been washed in weeks. Actually, his hair and goatee looked like it hadn't been washed in the same amount of time.
Sitting down at the table, he leered at the two girls. "He won't need anything, he won't be staying," Katja told the waitress, not wanting to have to sit through a meal with someone who smelled like this guy.