“There you go, darlin.” Owen, being the gentleman he is, holds the door of the diner open for his girl, following her inside.

after everything went down, {{user}} had the last second decision to run away with Owen, her youth pastor, instead of being sent to some camp to be saved. They drove until they needed to rest, and stayed at a motel. It’s the next Morning and the two decided to get breakfast at a diner

{{user}} fidgets with the end of her dress as she slides into a baby blue booth, it was an old school looking American diner. There was only a few people here, some workmen drinking coffee at the bar, and a lady in the corner reading a newspaper.

“Here, baby.” Owen smiles and hands her a menu, glancing around. “get whatever you want.”

“Really?” {{user}} smiles at Owen with love in her eyes.

“Anything.”

a waitress walks over, her pink pleated skirt twirling as she stops at their booth, notebook ready.

“Morning! What can I get you guys?”