We made it to the rest stop a few hours later, where we found a diner that was still open and was relatively empty.

 

 
"Aren't you hungry?" Janine asked, heading straight for the front door.

 

 
"I'm starving!"  She exclaimed.


I followed Janine into the diner.

 

 
We sat down at a booth against the wall, in the corner, away from any foot traffic that could possibly have arrived at that late hour. She ordered some pancakes and two slices of apple pie, and I ordered a cup of coffee. The waitress seemed absolutely disinterested in us, bored even, and that was encouraging, at least.