Brinley looked at the flower and then smiled softly, "Thanks." It was nice of him. Little gestures like that were always appreciated. She took the flower and then shook her head, "I'm actually pretty hungry, to be honest. And not even for Honeyduke's. I could go for actual food. I'm thinking we can try out Johnny's?"
She liked the look of it and it reminded her a smidge of some old diners she would see when her dad would take them for long drives. The sort of places that existed in old towns at street corners and owned by families for decades.