There were two gas pumps in front of the building, both being available. Nature and time had done a number on them, leaving the initial coat of paint all but washed away, only a couple paint chips still showing the bright red highlight of the rusty pumps. A sizable dent is visible in the side of one of the two pumps, with the other seeming to be leaning slightly towards the road. But, despite it's beat-up and worn-out appearance, they still worked, so they hadn't been retired. Something that could be applied to a lot of things in this town.

Parked by the building were only two cars. The first was a well-kept black SUV by the front door, with a sun shade in the front windshield. The other car was a light green Jeep, parked by the dumpster and sitting in a spot with a reserved parking sign.

The diner itself is in notably better condition, as if it had been built relatively recently. The exterior was painted white with dark blue trim, though a few spots where the building had seemingly been power-washed revealed grey of the glazed bricks that made up the structure. Through the windows the group could only see two people in the building, one man standing behind the counter and a second, older man sitting at the counter. They seem absorbed in conversation, and haven't noticed the truck pulling into the lot.