An all boys military school: what a better way to treat your homosexual son? Sure, Francis wasn't only in love with guys, but being surrounded by buff and strong guys his age wasn't something he was going to complain about. The only downside was the fact that either most of them were straight, or they were closeted. Francis was the latter, so it was no surprise that when his boyfriend asked him out on a date, they had to do it discreetly.

The two caught a bus going out of town, getting off only in the middle of absolutely nowhere, at some shabby diner that looked like it hadn't been updated since the 1950's, when going to the diner with your partner was a cute, trendy thing to do and not something one did when they wanted to hide the fact that they were dating.

The diner wasn't huge, nor was it in the best shape. The black and white floor tiles were chipped and the white tiles had a permanent gray coating from the decades of dirty shoes that have walked on them. The booths, where the couple decided to sit, were bright red and flattened and chipping. Francis could even see the stuffing on the inside poking out from a hole in the one that he sat at.

After thirty minutes, they got their food: a shared milkshake with their own burgers and fries. They were being so corny that, if they weren't broke, it would've been embarrassing. Taking a bite out of his burger, Francis chewed some before beginning to talk.

"Damn, this thing is hella greasy." Francis commented, looking at his date from across the table as he set the burger down, wiping the grease on his clothes out of habit. He always tried to remember to use his napkin, but he always remembered too late.