This feeling of gloom is exacerbated as one peers into the diner through the huge window. There is so much empty space in the diner. Three patrons, two men and one woman, sit at a curving counter. The men are dressed in black, with hats covering their heads, and they seem to almost blend into the shadows of the night. One man's face, his back to the observer, is covered partly by a shadow. The coffee cups which sit on the dark-brown counter contrast sharply with the men. The cups are small, but the brightness of their white color makes them more identifiable and perceptible than the men. The coffee cups seem permanent whereas the male diners seem almost transient.
The third patron, a woman, is a striking contrast to the male patrons. She is wearing a bright red dress, her long hair is a bright orange, and her pale complexion is heavily made up. There seems to be permanence to her, in contrast to the male diners, as if she belongs at this diner. She is talking to no one; instead she is simply glancing downward as if bored. The worker behind the counter is slouched, dressed in a bright white uniform, and looking out the window. This seems odd as there really isn't anything to see outside the window. These four people are together, but the spacing and the colors make them appear to be strangers. They are not talking.