[Diner: Cris & Daniel & Sam]
Messy-haired, she was sitting in the diner, wearing PJs and a borrowed hoodie. Her umbrella was leaning against her side of the booth, and her hands and feet were blistered from her brief time in the sun. But it was darkening now, and she was sitting hella in the back, blinds pulled and soothing dark over her head. She had an empty burger plate in front of her, the fries still piled high and untouched, and there was a fresh plate in front of her with an half-eaten burger that was so rare it soaked the hamburger bun pink. Her milkshake was chocolate, and the glass bled condensation, and the girl was sucking on her straw with blissful unawareness.
Music played cheesily, and Sam bapped blistered feet together beneath the table.]