Who: Jason and Shion. Where: A small breakfast cafe in Labal. When: Week 1. Monday. Late Morning. Rating: SFW, sweet overload Status: Close, complete
They'd spent most of the previous night just chatting, laughing and having fun, which really hadn't been something Jason would have predicted would happen but he was glad that it had. He'd woken up with Shion tucked up against his side with his arm around her and it had been the most natural thing in the world he'd felt.
He was being to wonder if there was something wrong with him.
Around 9am, the grumbling noise of empty stomachs though had forced his hand though and set them on a path into one of the 3 island towns for a meal because cold pizza wasn't going to cut it...For a proper lady. If he'd been on his own, Jason doubted that he'd have cared half as much.
The little place they'd found had the look of your sterotypical mom and pop place. Red and white checker board plastic table clothes, paper place mats and so many kitschy knickknacks lined the walls while rock and pop music from the 1950s played over the instore stereo. The woman behind the counter looked like she'd stepped out of the same era even and it was hard to resist the urge to say "daddy-o" for Jason. But the smell...My God the smell coming from behind those swinging steel kitchen doors was nothing short of divine in that down home greasy spoon kind of way that always seemed to leave you satisfied with your breakfast afterwards, even though a sane medical professional would see nothing but an artery clogging heart attack on a plate.
"Let's just move in here." He said to his new companion and fast friend as he held out a chair for her, "Seriously..I could live here. It feels...homey."