There's a familiar glint of L-embossed gold on one of Riley's fingers, before he covers it with the end of one worn sleeve. "We're good, but I'm not expecting any trouble like the World's Fair. I made double sure with Rip this time." They walk the short distance to the restaurant, proudly advertising its 'Speedee Service' produced food on its opening day. There's a few local gawkers and patrons, but it's not the mob scene modern day restaurant openings generally garner.
And you can smell real grease and lard as soon as you walk in the door. In Riley's football and track-and-field carbo-loading life experience, this cannot be emphasized enough.
"Two hamburgers, and an orange juice each for me and the lady." Riley smiles politely as he hands over the change when they meet the cashier.
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