Welcome to the city

The rusty gate whined as he tried to slam it shut. He doubted it would provide much in the way of security.
He walked to the diner across the street and looked at his watch. 24 hours since he ended his college romance and moved across the country on what you could say was, a whim.
He ordered two eggs sunny side up and a piece of sausage.
“Sorry guy, we don’t do meat.” Despite the gray skies and rolling fog, this waiter was golden-brown just like a poster child of sunny California.
“Just eggs then.”
Welcome to the city, guy.