One of the waitresses swung by, deftly placing large tumblers of water at each place, including where the women had been sitting moments ago. Pulling out her pad, she smiled at the remaining diners and snapped her gum.
"Do you know what you're having? Or would you like a couple minutes to wait for everybody to get back?"
Behind her, the diner rang with the sounds of nostalgic Americana. Food sizzled on the grill as one of the chefs yelled out "Order up!" The registered chimed as a waitress rang up an order and made change and the sounds of silverware clinking against porcelain softly underscored everything else. Here was the smell of strong coffee and good food; the sound of old men arguing softly and the dim strains of some country band playing over the radio.
For the suspicious among you, I'd like Perception checks please.