The familiar scent of burgers and fries filled the air as Mark held the door open for you, giving a small, sheepish grin.

“Okay, I know it’s not exactly fine dining,” he admitted, leading you inside, “but Burger Mart is basically a culinary landmark. Best fries in the city—former employee guarantee.”

You slid into a booth by the window, the neon lights outside casting a soft glow over the table. Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on the surface, a playful look in his eyes.

“Serious question—what’s your go-to burger order? No pressure, but this might determine our entire future.”