Salvadore's Diner

The man walked up to the diner while it was raining. It was a few hours until closing time, and the lights flickered inside the diner, making the already unnerving atmosphere even creepier. He knocked on the door, and a man with stubble and a quite tattered yellow raincoat. He was the owner of the diner, and his name was obviously Salvadore.

Wait. The man paused. "Salvadore?" he thought. "3 syllables... Illuminati confirmed..."

He slowly backed away from the diner and began to run from the secret society.