"All business," he admitted with a shrug. "I came in and out. Really didn't explore much." He had been on a schedule. Sam wouldn't have had the time to look around the place, even if he had wanted to. He took his spot in line beside Heather and stared off at the menu that was posted on the wall ahead of them.
Sandwiches. Pizza. Salads. Simple stuff. A sandwich probably would have done him justice. Or two, at this point.
"It can't be too bad though," Sam told her. "I mean, there's a line and everything. Good food always comes with the wait." They were discussing good food. Not demons or rituals or the end of the world. It was a lighthearted conversation. Sam kind of liked that.