He nodded, idly brainstorming the ad he's thinking of putting together. He spotted the diner up ahead. It looked like a nice enough place, as stereotypically muggle as it could get, but it gave off a vibe of good, cheap food.
"Oh, you're a writer now? That's great, Gin!" As they approached the diner's entrance, Dean held open the door for her, unable to repress his chivalrous instincts.