Caleb found Lola's confession pulling at his heart strings, something he shouldn't have allowed to happen. How would he control the situation with her if he began to empathize with her? The situation was getting to complicated, but he had already involved himself by asking. 

"He's not gonna kill you," Caleb said frankly as he took a sip of his coffee. "Guys like that don't get far in this town, if you know what I mean." 

Caleb stood up, walked over to Jack's table, and sat down to await his return. "Don't cook his order, Martha!" he shouted across the small diner, and Martha nodded in understanding.

When Jack made his way back to the table with a confused expression, Caleb looked up to him with a stone cold demeanor. "You need to go." His voice was strong yet quiet. "You're making my girl quite uncomfortable over there."

When he could tell Jack was about to speak, Caleb put up a hand to silence him. "Get the fuck out. If I see you come within 100 feet of her, I'll do much worse than deny you you're breakfast."

He pushed the seat in and went back to the booth where Lola sat, and he pulled out her phone from his pocket. "What's the name of the friend you were out with last night?"