After a long day of fun, Charlotte and James found themselves craving something simple. No fancy restaurants, no private chefs—just good food and a quiet place to enjoy each other's company.
James pulled into the parking lot of a small, cozy diner on the outskirts of the city. Charlotte glanced at him in surprise. "You? In a diner?"
He smirked. "What, you think I only eat at five-star restaurants?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Yes."
James chuckled. "I used to come here when I wanted to escape the business world. No one here cares who I am."
That intrigued her. It was rare to see James in a place where he wasn't the center of attention.
Comfort Food and Conversations
They slid into a red leather booth, the warm glow of neon lights giving the diner a nostalgic feel. A cheerful waitress came by, smiling as she handed them menus.
"What can I get you two?" she asked.
James barely glanced at the menu. "Burger, fries, and a vanilla milkshake."
Charlotte grinned. "Same. But chocolate for my milkshake."
The waitress nodded and walked away, leaving Charlotte to look at James curiously. "You really come here often?"
James shrugged. "Not as much anymore. But when I was younger, before my life got… complicated, this was my spot."
Charlotte softened. "It must've been nice, having a place to escape."
James met her gaze. "Now I have you."
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. Before she could respond, their food arrived.
She took a bite of her burger and groaned in satisfaction. "Okay, I take back everything. This is way better than some of the expensive meals we've had."
James smirked. "Told you."
They ate, talking about everything and nothing. James told her stories about his wild younger years, and Charlotte laughed more than she had in a long time.
At some point, he reached across the table and stole one of her fries.
"Hey!" she protested.
James popped it into his mouth with a smirk. "What's yours is mine."
Charlotte rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're impossible."
James leaned forward, his expression softening. "But you love me anyway."
Charlotte bit her lip, warmth spreading through her chest. "Yeah… I do."
And in that small, ordinary diner, surrounded by the smell of coffee and sizzling burgers, Charlotte realized that love didn't always have to be grand gestures and extravagant displays.
Sometimes, love was just a stolen fry and a quiet moment with the right person.