As the door of the diner opened, a tall, muscular man walked in. He had chiseled features and piercing dark eyes that seemed to scan the room with an intensity that made Betty, the waitress, uneasy. His confident stride and the way his black leather jacket hung on his broad shoulders gave him an air of mystery and danger.
Betty was clearing the table where Elena and her friends had been sitting moments ago when the man approached her. He leaned in closer to her, as if he was being pulled in by something. "Who was here?" he demanded in a low, gravelly voice.
Betty swallowed nervously and tried to compose herself. "A group of young people," she replied, "they just left."
The man's nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the empty table. He leaned even closer to Betty, making her take a step back. "What did they want?" he asked, his voice getting even deeper.
Betty felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't know who this man was or what he wanted, but she knew he wasn't someone to mess with. "I-I'm not sure," she stuttered, "they just ordered some food and then left."
The man's eyes narrowed as he took one last deep breath. "Thanks," he said curtly, and turned to leave the diner. Betty breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him, but couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about that man.