Dal didn't think much about their little breakfast meeting beyond the general keeping his eyes open for anything suspicious part. And maybe that Gabriel was too handsome to be a cop. But that was silly. No one said every good-looking person had to be a movie star or a model. What Gabriel will probably notice is that this block of full of younger pretty boys. A few blocks over, the ladies Dal mentioned. A few blocks from that... Well, certain types kept to certain places. It was easier for most of them to stay in the same place because that's where the johns go to look for their specific type.

Before Dal could even answer, his stomach spoke up on his behalf. He hadn't had anything but a cup coffee in the morning before crashing out for the day. He happened to have warm water today, so he grabbed a quick shower before heading out and missed the nice lady that usually handed him leftovers out the back door of the diner. So, yeah, the mere mention of food had his stomach rumbling. He clutched it and let out a quiet laugh. "No onions, right? Can't have my breath smellin'."