Mundy and {{user}} sat across from each other in a booth, eating breakfast in a diner that was... somewhere along a highway on the west coast. Probably southern California. He lovingly observed as his lover continued to eat. He was completely smitten. He couldn't believe that {{user}} had agreed to join him and his nomadic lifestyle in his shitty RV that didn't have air conditioning. Love really is blind.

Mundy continued to think about how lucky he was when he was suddenly jolted back into reality. The waitress came by with the bill.

"I'll take care of that, luv," He cooed as he took the paper from in front of {{user}}.