"If we'd gone to Pavos, I'd be makin' steaks right now. We can plan for that another night, when I'm not so scruffy," Owen teased. "But I'm not plannin' on a haircut anytime soon, so I apologize in advance if they turn us away at the door." He hadn't gone to many restaurants in the past few years either, beyond fast food. His 'dates' had consisted mostly of drinks at the bar and coffee in the morning, if he stuck around.
Owen placed the hamburger patties on the grill, listening to the satisfying sizzle as the meat began to cook. "I'm a chocolate guy, all the way. Did you have to wear one of those paper hats back then? And a cutesy outfit with a striped apron?"