The food was good, at least.

But the diner, as retro as it was, had an old jukebox that still worked, a few quarters on the top. At some point, Dean and {{user}} had made their way over to it, Dean thumping the top of it with a chuckle before nicking one of the few quarters.

“Now this is a test,” Dean said, pointing at {{user}} with a grin. “A test if you have a good taste in music or not.”