Harry’s POV:
I slid out of my truck, walking over to Isabel’s side and opening the door for her, “After you.” I smiled holding my hand out for her.
“Thank you.” Her smile was so beautiful.
“Follow me.” I cocked my head for her to follow, as I walked down a dirt path.
“Where are we going?” she was gazing around, not seeing any buildings or stuff.
“A little secret place I found.”
“What?” she looked worried.
“Just trust me okay.” I smiled, reassuring her.
“Okay.” She said hesitantly.
I led her down the dirt path, Isabel pausing here and there. I knew she was nervous to go into an unknown area, but she just needed to keep going, she was almost…there it was.
She gasped out in surprise, “Wow.”
I beamed, pleased, “It’s nice huh?”
“Its beautiful.” She walked forward, nervousness no longer present. She trailed her long slender fingers on the old wood rail, walking up the crumbling stone steps, “Who’s place is this?”
I ran over, getting in front of her, “You’ll see.” I opened the door nice and wide for her to see past me.
“Harry honey. Is that you?”
“Yes Mrs. Kowalski.” I led Isabel into the small diner.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Mrs. Kowalski smiled, leaving her perch from behind the counter, making her way to us. I glanced around noticing the few regulars who came here to this old run downed diner, the best diner anyone could enjoy.
“Yes ma’am.” Isabel smiled nervously, as Mrs. Kowalski’s huge frame hugged her tightly.
“Harry never brings anyone here; I’m so glad he’s finally brought someone.”
“Oh, no one?” Isabel raised a curious eyebrow at me.
I flushed, “Can we have the usual?”
“Of course honey plum.” She slurred in her southern accent.
“What is this place?” Isabel asked, as we sat at the old chairs at the counters.
“It’s an old diner, more like a family run restaurant. Only regulars know of this place, no one our age does.” I gazed at her skeptical face, “Don’t give that look, this place has the best damn food you’ll ever try!”
“I hope.” She laughed softly.
“Trust me it does.”
Mrs. Kowalski slid our burger baskets down our way, I caught Isabel’s and placed it gently in front of her, as I caught mine, placing it in front of me, “Enjoy.” I winked, digging into my greasy burger.
“Look at all this grease!” she exclaimed, gingerly picking up a slimy fry.
“Thry ith.” I said through a giant mouthful.
Isabel stared at me in horror, not expecting any of this, “I…don’t want to.” She finally squeaked out.
I swallowed my bite, taking an extra greasy fry, “Watch.” I raised it above me, opening my mouth as I dropped it in, enjoying the extra greasy flavor, winking at her, “Your turn.”
She gulped, staring at the fry in her fingers, “but…”
“No buts!” I took the fry from her fingers, and popped it into her mouth, taking her by surprise.
