As soon as she saw the outside of the building, Victoria knew the era it was designed after. From the accent pink and blue paint, to the neon lights hung around the top, it screamed 50s diner.
	She couldn’t help but smile as she stepped inside. Seats upholstered in red sat in front of a bar with red and silver stripes running down it. The booths sported a matching pattern. A single waitress worked the tables, her pink poodle skirt twirling slightly with her every turn.
	Victoria quickly averted her gaze from the waitress, not giving her ability the chance to act up. Just in case. Though, she had noticed over the years that Alex had a knack of picking places with fewer supernaturals... at least, as far as she could tell from the rare times she let her guard down and looked at someone longer than intended.
	“Have a seat anywhere, dears!” the young waitress called, placing plates from a tray in front of a group of teenagers at one of the booths. “I’ll be right with you.”
	Victoria offered a quick nod at the checkered floor, then turned, wanting to let Alex choose their seat.