@crossroadsdiner gets a starter
Ever since Arianna moves into a dorm back in August, Alex and Angela have been struggling to figure out what to do with their time now that all their kids had grown up and moved out. All the articles and such said to work on rekindling their relationship or find new hobbies, but their relationship was already fantastic and neither had much success with finding a interesting new hobby to try out. As such, when Atticus called them in tears the night before, they were happy to jump at the chance to have something to do and visit one of their children in the process. Sure, it could have been under better circumstances, but beggars can’t be choosers.
“I’m telling you there was a sign back there that mentioned a diner.”
“And I’m telling you, there wasn’t.”
“Then you must be blind.”
“No, that would be you. My eyesight is perfect.”
“I’m farsighted. I can see a giant sign with an arrow pointed down the road just fine.”
“Then how did I not see it?”
“I don’t know!” ... “I thought it was supposed to be men who refused to stop and ask for directions?”
“Oh, hush. I know where I’m going.”
Obviously, the two were lost a bit lost and it wasn’t until Alex finally convinced Angela to pull over - for once, his stupid kidney problems had actually done him a favor - that they learned he was right all along and they had been going in the wrong direction, causing her to pout the rest of the way to the diner.
By the time they eventually make it to the diner, they’re laughing as Angela explained about a situation at work a few nights prior. Some guy had pissed off his ex and come into the ER with his hand glued between his thighs. “Oh, god, I don’t think any of us have been that amused in a long time,” Angela says. As soon as she and the nurse helping her were out of the room and out of hearing range, they’d burst out laughing. It didn’t take long for that poor guy to become the most talked about patient of the evening.
“Yeah, I don’t get fun stuff like that,” Alex replies, straightening up from where he’d been slouched in the passenger seat. “Though, one of my regulars was brought in by her Dad for the first time recently and he was gorgeous.” The man had seemed oblivious, but his daughter hadn’t and he’d spent the next ten minutes being teased by a fourteen year old before finally getting her to focus on therapy instead.
“Don’t you just love when that happens?” This was probably her favorite part of having a partner who was also attracted to multiple genders. It meant they often ended up discussing attractive people.
Angela finishes parking and shuts the car off. As she’s climbing out, she notices a gorgeous car in the parking lot and she thinks Atticus may have been the one to park it. He’d never quite gotten the hang of parking, but he was getting better. “Oh, wow, that’s beautiful.” Alex makes a questioning noise and looks in the same direction as her. She points to the car. “It’s a Ford Falcon. From the seventies, I think. I haven’t seen one that beautiful in a long time.”
Alex nods slowly. “Uh-huh. I’ll take your word for it.” To keep her from gawking any further, he grabs her hand and gently tugs her toward the diner. “We came to visit our son and his boyfriend, not so you could fawn over a car.”
“Oh, hush,” she laughs, bumping her shoulder against his as she adjusts their hands so their fingers are entwined rather than him dragging her along.
“Just how many times are you planning to tell me that today?” He jokes as he opens the door for her to enter ahead of him.
“However many it takes for you to finally listen,” she teases back, eyes skimming the diner for a familiar face. It doesn’t look like any of her children are here yet.
