The woman from the diner is here.
The diner closes at ten.
I hate it in town, and the diner is so... boring.
Cynthia Turley was in the middle of cleaning his favorite table when he walked through the diner door.
Seeing her at the diner probably gave him the idea of getting help.
When had he changed from the unattractive older man she met in the diner to the good looking young man who now lay beside her?
If she went back to the diner she would be lonely and broke.
It was going to be hard enough to work at the diner, but it was something she was going to have to do.
A tall lean figure entered the diner and she froze – Cade.
I guess that's what you meant in the diner when you told me to hold that thought.
But it was a good hot meal that brought me into the diner the first time.
If all their conversations in the three months he had been coming to the diner were put together, it was doubtful that they would make a respectable paragraph.
Dean and Sackler drove about a mile down old Route 22 to a chrome and Formica railroad-car diner straight out of the fifties.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
Do you think I can get a job at the diner again?
Vinnie reluctantly agreed to stay put until Monday as long as he had enough money for cigarettes and meals at the diner across the street and the TV continued to work.