Pietro had gone because he was hungry. Or, that's how he justified it. If he were entirely honest with himself (which he often wasn't) he would have admitted that he liked Alice White... or whatever her name was. Pietro saw a lot of himself in the woman, they had a similar sense of humor and, it seemed, similar tastes in less-than-legal pastimes. He thought he could call her friend, but he didn't normally think of people in such terms. Friends were just people who probably wouldn't use you. Yet.
He went to the hot dog place in shades and simple dress, shorts, a t-shirt, and shades to cover his eyes from the soon to be setting sun. When he noticed Alice in the distance, he waved in what he thought was a cool way and approached. "Hey." He took the seat opposite her. "Nice to see you without chaperon."