"Yeah, it sounds like you had a night. Or a day. Or both." Dean led them to the counter, behind which a girl in an old-fashioned 50's style diner uniform was making ice cream sundaes. The stools in front of it were red leather and chrome and looked like buttons with long stems. A bad mural of York was on the far right wall. Little kids sat in booster seats drawing with crayons while their parents ate.
He nodded at the waitress and asked for two coffees, leave the pot.
"This? This is Friendly's. East coast family diner thing. Food's not great. Coffee's okay. Ice cream is amazing." He realized he hadn't told her his name. "I'm Dean, by the way."
They did this one sundae with peanut butter sauce...
The waitress put the coffee down in front of both of them, and just as Dean opened his mouth to talk, the cell phone in his pocket started to ring. The ring tone was set to ACDC's 'Back in Black,' and a few forks stopped on the way to a few mouths when it rant. He took the phone out, looked at who was calling, and apologized to Ellen.
"I gotta take this. I'll make it quick," he said, both eyebrows raising and lowering.