It was a small restaurant. In fact, it was less of a restaurant and more of a shop. The worn out tables, made of plywood and plastic, lined a single wall allowing the few that wanted to sit in to eat indoors. Orders were taken by the door, at a gap on the long wooden counter where a short shriveled old man waited expectantly for the next client to enter. A small plastic menu taped to the counter advertised calzones and hoagies as the main specialties of the place and glass panels kept the customers from the rest of the counter where pizzas with different toppings were on display.

Sitting alone at a far table, Eleanor waited for her meal to be brought to her. The iced tea bottle sat undisturbed in front of her, as the pilot mindlessly twirled the highball glass between her fingers. She hadn’t bothered changing from her flight suit, so within the mostly black and yellow colors of the few patrons, the Marine seemed slightly out of place, if it wasn’t for the interest she seemed to have on the Steelers game currently on on the joint’s only screen.

Beyond the restaurant, the Holodeck had been left open, in the hopes that maybe someone would stumble upon the program and join her. If not, the Men of Steel would make her feel less lonely.

Cpt. Carnegie, Recon Squadron CO