"Sure, I would like that," said Number One, always in the mood to make new acquaintances. Holding the door open for the both of them, she smiled and nodded for Charley to go in front of her. But not before she shook the proffered hand. "I'm Evangeline Abernethy, but everyone just calls me Evie," she mirrored with a toothy grin.
The hour was later than she thought, but that was to be expected when she slept in after the day she had yesterday. Also never one to be selective about what she ate and when, Number One's stomach grumbled softly at the delicious smells wafting around the diner. Strictly speaking, a lot of her favorite diner foods were considered breakfast or brunch at best. However, she was not above downing a pile of bacon and eggs at any time during the day.
As they walked in and waited to be seated, she asked, making casual conversation, "So where are you from, Charley? Are you a Red Oak native or are you a transplant, too?"