I found this place by accident. I was driving around and ended up getting lost (this was after being in Seattle for only three months), and stumbled upon this place. Since then, I come here every now and then when I have a day off (which is almost non-existent). It’s a long ways from work, about forty-five minutes without traffic so I try not to come here during lunch, with today being the only exception.
Emily comes over after I catch her attention.

"Can I get the check?"

"Okay. Would you like a piece of apple pie? I made it myself." She states proudly.

"Next time." She grins, satisfied with my answer, and takes my empty dishes before leaving. I reach into my jacket pocket and grab my cell phone to check the time. It’s around five in the afternoon. It took me an hour to finish eating and will take at least another hour to get back to work because of traffic. I needed to pass time anyway; hopefully that lab tech will be done putting the mysterious evidence back together. I glance up as someone enters the diner. A guy wearing a tattered black hoody with the hood pulled down covering part of his face, though I make out his shaggy brown hair protruding out slightly.

"Here you go." Emily places the bill on my table. I look away from the disheveled man and see how much I owe.

"Everybody put your hands up! This is a robbery!" exclaimed the unkempt man who is waving around a gun. I notice Emily freeze by my side, her eyes wide in shock.

"Put your fucking hands up!" He forces out and fires a shot in the air. The loud warning shot compels a few screams and a lot of panic. People wisely start to comply with him.

"Good." He pulls out a Wal-Mart grocery bag. "I’m gonna go around and y’all will put your money and jewelry in the bag unless you feel like dying today." He walks over to a table in the front, where a couple is seated.

It doesn’t take him long before he finally reaches my table. Emily is still by my side, shaking slightly. He shoves the gun in her face and holds out the bag.