NORMAL POV

Danny and Lindsay walked towards a quaint little deli, hand in hand, smiles permanently plastered over both of their faces. They walked in and were greeted by a pleasant aroma. Walking towards the counter, Lindsay looked up at the menu and pulled out her wallet to check if she had enough, but Danny pushed her hand away. Lindsay looked up at him in confusion.

"Nuh-uh, lil lady, I'm payin' for you and that's that. Now wadd'ya want?" Danny asked. Lindsay sighed and put her wallet away.

"Ham and cheese on white bread, toasted, no tomato… swiss cheese." Lindsay said. Danny grinned and walked up to the counter.

"Hi, I'll have 2 ham and swiss on white bread, toasted, no tomato." Danny said. The old lady behind the counter put a fake smile on her face.

"Is that all, sir?" The lady asked. Danny looked up at the menu and leaned closer to Lindsay.

"Montana, you want sommat to drink?" Danny whispered. Lindsay's eyes darted to the menu and then back to Danny.

"Cream Soda, please." She whispered back. Danny nodded and stood up straight.

"One root beer and a cream soda." Danny said. The old lady wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to the window in back.

"That's $4.23." The old lady said. Danny pulled out his wallet and handed the lady a 5. She smiled and handed them their food and drinks, and their change.

"Keep the change." Danny said, as he brought the tray over to a secluded booth somewhere near the back. They sat down and grabbed their sandwiches and drinks. They ate in peaceful silence until Danny got to the halfway point in his sandwich.

"So, Montana… all I really know about you is your name and where you're from… what else is to ya?" Danny asked. Lindsay took a sip of her cream soda and set her sandwich down.

"What is it you'd like to know?" Lindsay asked, earning a smirk from Danny.

"Why do people call ya Montana?" Danny asked.

"When I was 5, I won little miss Montana, and my parents thought it was such an honor that I had to represent Montana for a year that they taught me to be a true Montanan. Ever since then, I can't just be normal, I have to represent." Lindsay said, making Danny laugh. Lindsay glared at him and he stopped immediately. Lindsay leaned forward with her arms folded on the table.

"What about you? What is there to know about the great Danny Messer?" Lindsay asked. Danny grinned.

"What would you like to know?" Danny asked. Lindsay mimicked his grin.

"Why are you so hot?" Lindsay asked. Danny pondered for a moment and sipped his root beer. He then leaned in close to her so that their lips were barely touching.

"I could ask you the same thing." Danny said, before leaning in and capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.