"A diner," she repeated skeptically. That was new. She shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
As they walked, she studied his side profile in shooting glances. He was...curious. He didn't seem shifty, and he looked like he could operate in daylight. That bothered Celeste, slightly. She was not used to negotiating with people who weren't desperate in some type of way. Frankie might be a hard sell, but if he could get the job done, and get it done quietly...
"I'll have to pass on carrot cake. Vegetables do not belong in a dessert." She tossed the novelty glass in an overfilled trash can.