The Grill was quiet when he arrived, a common factor at such an early hour in the morning. He had just finished his run for the day, making this his next stop on the list of things to do. Stepping inside the room, he let the door swing shut behind him, heading over towards the table he had claimed as his since his arrival in this boring little town. The waitress, who seemed to know his order by heart now, had already made her way over with the coffee, setting the mug and pot down before he even reached the table. Shooting her a grateful grin, the sandy haired doppelganger took a seat, leaning back against the chair, reaching for his mug as he did.