One of the best things about waffle and pancake houses was that at 10:30 when your sweet tooth kicked in and you had another 150 pages of manuscript to read, it was there, with coffee and waffles. Or Pancakes, or ice cream.
Plus, The people there never gave a damn about how you were dressed. Pepper had forgone the suit, wearing instead Flannel drawstring pants of yellow pink and blue plaid, and a simple long-sleeve t-shirt. Sleepwear, almost, other than the jacket on. Though, that was a suit jacket, actually, but she hadn't paid that much attention when she'd grabbed to ward off the developing night chill.
Footwear other than sandals might have done a better job of keeping the chill off, but she evidently didn't care, shoved into a booth as she was flipping through the manuscript and sucking down coffee (Black, extra sugar) while waiting for her waffles (Strawberry, banana and blueberry, yum). She scowled at the words on the page, muttering as she pulled out a pen and made a mark on the page - wasn't that character one of the darker skinned ones last chapter?