Spend long enough in any city, and eventually you'll learn what's open twenty-four hours. Maybe it's the midnight munchies, or heading home from a booty call, or even trying to solve serial murder.
The diner that July is directed to is one such. Despite, or because of, the self-acclaimed coffee and oversized portions of standard fare, it was a thirty year old institution with large booths and even a back room where a modicum of privacy could be had.
A few eye rubs and rapid blinks gave indication to the late hour as Star slouched in, backpack and camera slung over shoulders.