The diner at 3am was almost empty, the few patrons spooning food to their mouths like zombies. Misty's stomach growled, reminding her why they'd left the bed in the first place.
"Does this count as a first date?" she slipped in to a booth, toying with the laminated menu. He paused with his hands in his pockets and frowned at her before he shrugged off his jacket and grinned.
"Only if it's the first of many," his warm, solid body slid in next to her and she sighed in to his embrace.