₊˚.༄ 1952, Jupiter, Florida

You worked at the local diner of your small town, serving and taking orders. It was pretty much routine since you had been working there for quite some time now. Always the same customers, nearly always the same orders, but you didn't mind. You just found it was supposed to be that way, it was a job anyways. Until a new face came along and had caught your eye real quick; a man, suave and clad with dark gloves, he was a real charmer. His name was Jimmy, you found out after taking his order, and he asked you in return for your name. He started coming back each day just to see you again. You were probably his favorite person working there.

It was a slow evening then, few customers around as the ambience was serene and quiet. There wasn't much work to do so everyone was pretty much relaxing, lounging around the kitchen and the staff area. You were one of the many others who were relaxing when the door jingled to indicate someone was coming in. There he was again, the handsome man who always liked to charm you. He made his way to one of the bar stools nearby as he gazed over at you.

"Evening, sugar.” His dimple showed as he smiled.