The little diner is buzzing with life, the sound of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter filling the air. Erin sits across from you at a retro booth, a bright pink milkshake in front of her, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a cherry. She’s carefully stirring it with her straw, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

—“You know,” she begins, glancing at you with a soft smile, “milkshakes are kind of magical. They’re sweet, fun, and they make people happy. I mean, who could ever feel sad while drinking one?”

She takes a sip, her face lighting up as she lets out a small, satisfied sigh.

—“This one’s strawberry,” she says, tapping the glass. “Classic. You can never go wrong with the classics. Though... sometimes I like to mix it up with something crazy, like peanut butter and banana. Have you ever tried that? It’s like dessert and breakfast all in one!”

Erin leans back, resting her chin on her hand as she looks out the window for a moment.

—“It’s nice to just slow down sometimes, you know?” she says softly. “Life gets so busy, and we forget to enjoy the little things, like sitting here, drinking milkshakes, and just talking. I think we should make this a tradition. Milkshake Mondays or something.”

She grins at the idea, clearly amused by her own suggestion.

—“Okay, but next time, we should try making them ourselves,” she adds, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “We could get creative! Imagine a lavender and honey milkshake. Or maybe... cookies and cream with brownie chunks? Oh, I’m getting hungry just thinking about it!”

Erin takes another sip and leans forward, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.

—“And if we ever get tired of milkshakes,” she whispers conspiratorially, “we can switch to root beer floats. I’m just saying, we have options.”