≈ waterway diner, september 1st 2024. with @just-foster and @tefibetancourt
Phoebe, as of late, wasn't used to being told 'no' by Foster. She was aware of how spoiled she sounded, knew it made her seem bratty and full of herself, but considering her requests were usually 'hey let's go for a drive' or 'maybe we should check out that new movie at the theaters our next day off together', they weren't exactly the most unreasonable requests.
So, when Phoebe asked if they could get dinner at the Waterway Diner, not feeling like cooking but wanting a change of scenery from the apartment and not sure if she could handle another fancy meal, his no seemed...odd. Weirdly harsh to her ears. Phoebe had naturally clung onto his negative reaction to the diner, trying to find out what the establishment had possibly done to offend him, not even feeling victorious when he eventually gave in as a way to avoid her pestering.
The drive over was slightly stilted, and though Phoebe didn't really feel like going there anymore, knew if she changed her mind this late in, would make things worse. So she plastered on her best smile, held his hand with her own in a vice-like grip, and dragged him through the doors of the diner, deciding that whatever negative feeling he had about it, she'd hopefully change his mind.
She immediately spotted Tefi talking to one of the other waitresses, waving over at her when they made eye contact, and heading to sit in her section. "Hey Tef!" Phoebe greeted brightly, as she approached them. "Hope you don't mind, I tip well, I promise." She joked, and gestured to Foster, frowning at his expression, which was...well, unreadable. "Uh," Phoebe looked back at the waitress, trying to not seem too concerned about her friend's first impression of her boyfriend being ruined for no damn good reason. "This is Foster." Any joke about how he usually wasn't like this died on the tip of her tongue, letting a sudden awkward tension settle over the three of them. "So, what are, uh, today's specials?"