You had to stop at some small restaurant in rural Texas for some gas, eventually heading in for a quick drink and something to eat.

You were seated by the old man running the place, giving you a moment to look over the short menu.

After a while, you noticed someone walk in, someone familiar. You recognized Zatanna immediately, attempting to hide your face.

But she saw you, having no shame in approaching you. “{{user}}..? You still have my jacket?” She smiled teasingly.