Stepping out of the car, he would smile at her comment, "It was my mom's old diner," he said with a hushed tone as he looked up at the sign, "She was a waitress here until she passed."
Walking up to the front door of the diner, he could see that the usual staff was there, so when he opened the door, they were both greeted with large Italian accents hollering out for Nicky as he walked in, "Nicky! Momma mia! Look at you! I ain't see you here this late in a dogs age!" said an older Italian woman with black hair and short stance, "Come sit, sit at the bar, I wanna hear about everything that is going on with you and your pops!"
As she would turn and see Rayne, she would, "Oh my, and who is this pretty little cup of marinara? I bet she is spicy too, huh? Let get a look at you, honey... Wait, you are the Underwood girl, right? Oh, Nicky... You know your dad..."
"He knows, Nance, he knows," he would commend as he would roll us eyes, "Can we get some food going were starving?" He would give her a gentle hug as she would small and move out behind the counter as a big dark skin chef in the back would wave, "Nic, how's things?"
"Good, Sal," he would say with a smile, "How's Marie?"
"Fuckin' pain in my ass," he said with a laugh, "But, I love her."
"Here's some menus, kids," Nance would bring over, "Take your time, I gotta clean up Vince out of here..."
As soon as she would step away, she would hear the little old lady begin to cuss, "Vince, you meatball, get the fuck outta here, and don't think of throwing up on my floor..."