Ask him...

"So I'm dying to know, what's with the place?" You ask with a smile.

"So, when I moved here. This was the first place my mom and I stopped in to start our new life. You see, dad left, and well Mom moved us, my brother and me out here. I was a kid back then, maybe seven years old? So happy to see this diner. We had been driving for hours. All three of us were hungry. And Mom stopped in here, on the way to our new home. To me, this was it. I was living the dream, it felt so 'American' here. I was young and naive."

"It's so... 50's, and retro, and idyllic. Isn't this kind of fake?"

G'sky looked more serious. "In a way yes, that's what it is. Fake. But they serve good food, and the pie is delicious. And this is where I still have my hope. That thing will get better. It's a special place that my mom and I visit all the time to talk and dream."

You realize this place holds deep meaning to him. Deeper than you thought.

"Why take me here?"

"Because with you. I see hopes and dreams."

Your insides melt at the words. Did you really already matter that much to him? We just met. But is he admitting the same fire, passion, and will to learn to more the person that you were feeling about him?

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Let's just talk about our day then."

You spoke for hours at the diner, getting several slices of pie. Talking about all sorts of topics and things. Homelife, what schooling was for both of you, hopes, dreams, passions, and even regrets. Hours flew by.

"Dears, I'd love to have you both stay believe me. That tip would be amazing to see if you both were here all weekend. But I gotta close." The older waitress said sweetly. Her voice cracking every so often from her heavy smoking. You both realize your original waitress had left hours ago.