The bell on the door jingled and a man stepped in. He had on a leather jacket and jeans, eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. He shook the dust off himself and walked in.
"Be with you in a minute," Barbara said as she went to the kitchen.
"Sam, keep an eye out, will ya? I don't like the look of the guy who just came in."
Sam looked up from the grill and out into the diner.
"He doesn't look like a threat, Barb."
"I didn't say he was threat, Sam. I said I don't like his look."
Sam nodded...