“Wow this place is nice.” Jack said entering the diner cart. “Hello there how may I take your order?” The waiter behind the counter asked. “I’ll have a chocolate cake and root beer.” Jack said sitting down on a bar stool. “Coming right up sir.” The waiter said walking off. “Huh...?” Jack said out loud to himself looking over to his right. “H-holy shit that’s Mr. Dalmatia the richest,  most powerful fashion designer ever.” Jack said gobsmacked. “I-i have to be honest he looks amazing.” Jack said admiring Dalmatia. “Uh...can I help you?” a very condescending voice said towards jack. “Crap...!” Jack thought as he realized he had been caught looking at Dalmatia. “ I-I’m so sorry i was just admiring your l-lovely coat and...” Jack sputtered nervously. “Cut the crap I saw that look in your eyes you was checking me out weren’t you?” Dalmatia said in a demanding tone. “Look I-im sorry I shouldn’t have.” Jack said absolutely embarrassed. “Damn right you should be perv.” Dal said angrily. “Look...I’m sorry...” Jack said before getting up and leaving. “Damn Dal you could’ve been a little reasonable.” One of Dalmatia’s friends said a little concerned. “Maybe I was a little over the top...” Dal said a little remorseful.