"There's a diner down the block, nobody pays any attention to anyone there," Frankie offered, nodding his head towards the spot. "I swear to god I a guy selling parrots in a back booth once, nobody blinked an eye."
He shoved his hands back into his pockets, waiting for Celeste to fall into step beside him. "Besides," he added. "They got the best carrot cake in the city."