Hunt for a Yellow Café

Reggie, tired of the constant fighting in his house, escapes to the beach. Luke makes a suprise appearance. A hunt for a café with yellow walls starts and two dorks find each other in the way.

Or, my escapist dream in which peace can be found, with some dudes being bros being gays as a bonus.
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"We're going on an excursion," Luke said. Reggie had to ask, "d'you even know what an excursion is?".

"Duh. Like and adventure but better, 'cause there's an x in there it's basically extreme," Luke said and Reggie laughed a little harder than he'd ever admit, "c'mon, we're on a hunt". Hunts were yet another one of their rituals for whenever one of them needed to scape their minds for a while.

A hunt was about coming up with a very obscure thing, like a duck-shaped cup or a lamp decorated with snails, and trying to find it.
Reggie groaned with a smile on his face, "what're we hunting, cap'n'?".

"A café with yellow walls," Luke answered promptly as if he'd thought about it beforehand.