Amy was a good sport. She always laughed at his jokes even if they weren't funny. Priestly liked that about her. She made him feel like he wasn't completely invisible, which was saying something because normally Priestly liked to hide behind his facade, one which most people took one look at and turned their backs. Smiling back at her, Priestly cocked his eyebrows once. "Do that, you'll thank me later," he teased.
The other thing that Priestly liked about Amy was the way that she was always so bubbly. Even when things were going to shit, she found a way to smile. It was refreshing and Priestly wasn't really used to it. Piper was the closest to bubbly as he'd ever seen but even she was demure in a terrible mood. Amy always seemed to put forth some sort of effort. Her friends were being kidnapped and strapped to goddamn explosives and she'd gotten quiet for a bit, but now she was smiling and laughing and Priestly thought she was probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, most especially when she was happy. Amy blew Tish right out of the water. He thought maybe it was because, even though they were both gorgeous, Amy treated him like a person; Tish ignored him if it wasn't in her interest not to do so.
"Cool," he replied, not one to argue with not having to dig into his pockets. If he was honest, Priestly was really starting to run low on cash. Part of him was a little worried that they might actually get stuck away from Lawrence for a few weeks while one or both of them picked up some shitty side jobs or something just for gas money to get home, but he wasn't going to tell Amy that. He'd figure it out. Priestly was resourceful; he'd make it work somehow. If that somehow meant they had to stay put for a little bit and he had to tune up cars or make sandwiches for a while, he'd do it. There were a ton of rich people out in Lawrence who would probably foot the bill to fly her home if she asked, anyway, he reasoned.
Following Amy inside, Priestly looked around. It looked a lot nicer on the inside than he'd thought it had on the outside. There was a sign that stated they should seat themselves, so Priestly, nodded toward a booth a few feet away, eyebrows raised as if to ask if that would do. His eyes meandered for a moment to the huge chalkboard posted behind the counter with the menu listed on it. Homestyle cooking, it looked like. Things like chicken and dumplings, meatloaf, and mashed potatoes. That was Priestly's favorite food, even if he'd never admit that it was because it made him think about what it might be like someday to start a family of his own — have a pretty wife making Thanksgiving dinner; a couple of kids running around like madmen because he was certain any offspring he might be able to create would be ten times worse than he'd been as a kid, which was saying a lot. It was a secret Priestly kept close. He didn't think he'd ever share it with anyone, but it was there all the same and the menu made him smile to himself before he followed Amy to the booth to take a seat.
"How long you wanna stay in Boston before we either head back or go somewhere else?" he asked her. That woman, Emma, had said Boston wasn't worth it, but when a guy was driving just to drive, he figured Boston was as good a target as any, mainly because it was far away and it wasn't New York City. Priestly didn't really want to try New York City on limited funds; there was too much to see, he'd heard, to try to experience it with pocket change while saving the rest for the ride back. "Anywhere else in mind or anything...?" he prodded.