Reuben

 The green digital display turned to 6:47.

The stranger slowly scanned the room again. They were wary of being spotted and hunched their back slightly to present a smaller target.

"Hon, your food'll be out soon. Sorry for the wait but as you  an see we're pretty full tonight." The waitress, Janet, probably not her real name, startled the stranger again. She had stopped by three times with similar updates. Each time she seemed to come out of nowhere. The stranger was not usually taken by surprise. It was not an experience they enjoyed. 

Janet disappeared as silently as she had appeared. The stranger went back to surveying the room for any threats. Their left arm still ached from Spencer's lucky cut a few days ago. They were still upset with themself for missing that he was holding a scalpel. 

"Ok, here's your sandwich and Fred was able to get your fries nice and crispy. Anything else I can get for you hon?" The stranger was able to stifle a jump this time. They shook their head and Janet disappeared once more.

The sandwich was gone far too quickly but it had been a long day and the stranger had skipped both lunch and breakfast. Again. As they sat watching the room and more slowly enjoying the crisp french fries there were headlights outside. 

That was not a parking spot, they remembered the hydrant was there. The stranger hoped for a tow truck to come by before the car was moved but knew it wasn't likely to happen. 

Their attention was drawn to the reporter at the window. He was on his phone shaking his head and typing with one hand. The confirmation of his scoop must have finally come in. Good for him.

The stranger heard a muffled sound that didn't make any sense.

The window shattered and everything went black for the stranger.