Little Oregon is like your typical small town sense of urbanization. There's establishment and the lively sense of camaraderie between townsfolk. Although, this place is a lot smaller and there are houses dividing establishments.
A bell announced our presence when we entered one diner. I could not smell but it seems that the air made Henry hungry.
"When did you last eat kid?" I asked.
"This morning. PB&J." Henry said as he sat down at a table.
"No wonder you're small. You should eat."
"But I don't have any."
"Any what?"
"Money."
"Money? I thought your family is rich. You have a mansion and a tourist attraction but you don't have money?"
"My mom won't give me. She's always the one who buys for me."
"Talk about some overprotective parent. Don't worry, I'll let you taste what it means to buy stuff."
I looked around the diner and hoped for someone rich enough to have a wad of cash in them. It's noon and there are tons of people roaming around. Although, I can only choose one.