Peter Parker walked out of the Subway exit and out into the crisp New York air. It was almost time to get to work. That meant Spider-Man pictures, and Spidey pictures meant crime fighting. But, first Pete thought about stopping by one of the local cafes and getting a bite. He had been in such a rush after school that he had forgotten to stop and grab something. Still, there were a few nice places to eat here in this neighborhood. After turning a corner, Peter Parker walked into one such place. He grabbed a seat on the other side of an old man and plopped down.
"Hello." Peter smiled as he glanced up. Wow, the service was fast here. In Queens it took at least fifteen minuets to get a waitress. This one seemed nice enough, he liked her smile. And Blonds were always a plus. "Can I get a coke?" He asked while opening the menu, he then started flipping around the pages.