The neon lights lit up the narrow spaces, reaching up tall above where people slept. Pinks, blues, reds and yellows spread around corners. Giving comfort to those seeking a succulent meal.

It was midnight and a diner announced itself within the neon maze. Two shady figures wearing a long jacket and unrevealing wide brim hats enter the maze and look up to the sign that sat on top of a string of paper lanterns. It read ‘DiNEr’ the letters mixed in upper and lowercase. It didn’t look like it was done purposely either. Regardless, the figures were hungry, so they opened the door and ducked underneath the frame.

A man behind the counter flashes a small smile then grabs at a cigarette and takes a drag.

“Sit down, I’ll make something for you guys,” the bearded, bald man said balancing his cigarette on the corner of his lip.

The two figures took off their hats and trench coats. Hanging them on the chairs only feet away from the entrance. A man and a woman. Both identical in appearance wearing short ponytails and tea shade frameless glasses.

“You guys have any allergies?”

A snug spot decorated with old picture frames of what seemed to be random people and pictures of food. Dirty off white paint that peeled at places. Not the most appealing of decor.

“No,” they both replied.

“That’s good, I’ll sort you out,” he says walking off.

Both the visitors smiled nervously and looked to each other.

“No menu?” The woman said.

“I guess no manners either,” the man replied.

“So, my names Daniel and I’ll make you a meal based on the feeling I get from you.”

“Wait, what?” The woman replied to Daniel the bearded man.

“I’ll make you something,” he smiles again then walks off.

“We’ll that’s unique,” the man said.