Diners were becoming more and more commonplace the longer Thomas was around Darrow. When he'd first come upon one alone, he'd sat and stared at a menu blankly, unsure of what half the items were. The staff had been patient and helpful, pointing out things they recommended and not seeming too surprised when he asked what certain things were.

Thomas couldn't be sure if the kindness was more due to personality or that they wanted to make sure they'd get paid. He was terribly used to people taking advantage of him, of who he was and that made it hard to trust anyone.

"I'll take your word on the waffle," Thomas said, sliding into the seat across from Derek and leaning back. "Last time I was in a place like this, I ordered...I think it was eggs and some sausage. It wasn't bad. But, waffle today. Let me try it, see if you're telling the truth here."