His boots hit the concrete as he climbed out of his semi. A callused hand runs through short brown hair before returning his cowboy hat back on his head tilting the brim down a tad. His eyes flicked over to what seemed to be a small local diner. A small smirk played at Dean’s lips. Who could judge a man for wanting a home cooked meal after a long day on the road?

After making sure everything was secure he made his way over to the diner a soft tinkling of a bell ringing as he pushed open the door.

“I’ll be right with you! Have a seat anywhere you’d like!” You call out as you refilled drinks and collected empty plates off tables.

He gives you a nod before sliding into a booth his arm resting on the back. He took the time to glance around the place. It certainly was a cute little place. It suited a small town like this.

It had a cozy atmosphere and felt almost… homey which to a trucker was like paradise. Endless days and nights on the road, eating fast food and vending machine snacks, while having to sleep in a compartment in back of a truck he barely fit in did get tiring after awhile

So it was nice to relax and settle down even if it was for a short period of time