"Okay, we're here."

Sierra reached up to remove the blindfold from her eyes but Tom stopped her.

"Nope, not yet," her boyfriend teased. "Let me get you out first."

She bit her lip as Tom slammed the door behind him. Even with the blindfold on, she knew exactly what he'd look like, rushing around the front of the car to open her side before she could do it herself. A perpetual gentleman.

Things had been difficult ever Sierra's parents found out about them a month earlier. Phone calls had been made. Parents had been met. Discussions had. And at the end it was decided for them that they wouldn't be seeing each other anymore.

As if.

Thus cued their sneaking around. Going out on dates with groups of friends to avoid suspicion. Finding little moments at school to be alone. All of that awful stuff. But tonight Tom had promised her a treat. Sure, she'd have to lie to her parents about where she was going and tell them she was sleeping over at Mary's, but it'd be worth it for a night alone with Tommy.

"Here we go." Sierra felt the cool autumn air hit her as the door opened. Tom took her hand and helped her out.

"Okay, just a few more feet," he instructed, leading her across the parking lot. Sierra couldn't keep the grin off her face. "Just a few more. Okay. Perfect." Tom let go of her hands. "Take it off."

Sierra ripped the blindfold off and held her breath. The neon lights hit her so hard she didn't even notice the full moon behind the sign. For a second, she thought they were at Pops, but no. It was another diner, one that lacked the small town charm of the one back home. No, not even a diner. It was more like a truck stop. She could see the main road between Riverdale and Greendale right before them. A place that lonely people stopped to pick up a quick bite before -

"Well?" Tom asked hopefully, pulling her out of her thoughts. His smile almost made her forget where they were. "Perfect, right?"

Sierra forced the grin to stay on her face. She nodded slowly. "It's - it's a greasy truck stop," she laughed, hoping she sounded amused instead of let down. "Your surprise is a greasy truck stop?"

"Yes! Well, no." He kept smiling as he took her shoulders and turned her around entirely. "You're not looking at the whole picture."

"The whole picture?" Sierra closed her eyes so she wouldn't get dizzy, but kept the fake smile on.

He made her look at the small diner again and put his chin on her shoulder so they were both staring at it. "It's not that we're at a greasy truck stop. It's that we're at a greasy truck stop," he wrapped his arms around her waist, "away from Riverdale."

"Oh." Sierra's eyes suddenly winded and the real smile came back to her face. "We're not in Riverdale. So that means -"

Tom spun her around. "No one knows us here."

"We can sit on the same side of the booth," she said breathlessly.

"We can share a milkshake with only one straw."

"We can eat off each other's plates."

"We can kiss and not care who sees us."

She tossed her arms around his neck. "We can do that right here."

Tom leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Sierra's lips. They only broke apart when a car horn brought them both back to earth. Two vehicles were coming in to the parking lot, a small sedan just narrowly missing a large van. The van slammed to a halt and let the red car pass in front of it. Both zoomed to the middle of the parking lot, Tom and Sierra still embracing in their headlights. Several doors opened all at once and four people climbed out of each car.

"What the hell, Mary! Were you trying to kill us?"

"Are all redheads shitty drivers?"

"God, the brakes on your car are awful, Penelope! They stick!"

"No wonder she hit the Shaggin Wagon in the parking lot that one time."

"See! I am a good driver!"

"Lets not get carried away."

"Who has a pen and paper? I need to write down this number before it smears off my hand."

"Whose number is that? You off picking up chicks when you just climbed out of a car with three of them?"

"Hiram, what are you doing with that windbreaker on?"

"I don't know her name. I'll describe her."

"Oh my god, why aren't you two wearing pants?"

"We misplaced them."

"Brunette, smoking hot."

"Really though, that windbreaker has touched some things you don't want to know."

"A pen guys! Anyone?"

"I have an eyeliner pencil. Smudge proof!"

"God, I could use a milkshake."

"This place looks like a great place to pick up hepatitis. Maybe you can get that before picking up random girls in Greendale!"

"Well I'm sure there's nothing on under that towel, that's a great way to catch something too."

"Please, Hiram. Take the windbreaker off. You'll trust me later."

"Give me my jacket back, Fred! You look like a moron in leather."

"I look great!"

"FP, give him your jacket. I don't even let Hal wear mine."

"As if Hal could fit in this! I look good."

"Hiram, please. Take my jacket instead."

"I will not take fashion advice from someone in a denim skirt, Mary!"

"Okay, guys. Lets just go in. I'm starving." Hal tugged Alice away Fred who was peeling her leather jacket off his small frame. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of them. "Sierra? Tom?" The rest of the group turned and looked their way. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We were," Tom looked down at Sierra, "well you see -"

"What are you guys doing here?" She pulled herself away from Tom and put her hands on her hips. "You guys all look like you're in shambles."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Can't very well take the school van to Pops."

Tom coughed. "Why do you have -"

"And Penelope and FP are too drunk for Pops," Hermione chimed in. "They'd embarrass us. Someone might see."

"I am not drunk!" Penelope hiccuped and covered her mouth.

"She's wasted," Hermione mouthed behind her hand.

FP put his arm around Hal's shoulders. "Come on. Lets go push some tables together."

"I'll help!" Fred went after them, pulling his arms into FP's oversized varsity jacket.

"You're not wearing pants. I'd hate for something to peek out."

"Oh, please," Hiram scoffed. "I've seen more of Fred Andrew's tonight than I ever wanted to."

"Likewise, Lodge. Not like there was much to see. I get it. It was cold after getting out of that pool."

Penelope hiccuped again. "Wait, what pool?"

The group continued walking towards the diner. Mary sighed as Hermione linked arms with her. "There's nothing under those towels, is there?"

"God, I hope not," Hermione squealed. "Lets hope they get in a scuffle and loose them."

"Gross, Minnie."

"You two are coming, aren't you?" Penelope asked hopefully as the rest walked inside. She beamed at Sierra, her braces gleaming in the moonlight. "Oh, you'll sit next to me, Sierra, won't you?"

Sierra forced another smile and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, of course, Penelope." She and Tom followed slowly behind her as Penelope held the door open for them. "Sorry, Tommy," she muttered out of the side of her mouth.

"Don't be." He nudged her softly with his elbow. "It'll be our time one day."

She nodded, another smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. One day."