Dean smiled at her comment of him being a good ‘renegade’.  It meant his acting was good.  However, when she mentioned food, his eyes perked up, and he smiled brightly, letting his cover crack.  Walking with her to the diner, he almost had to jog to keep up, as she seemed very business oriented.

“This place smells like it has good burgers…”, he muttered as they entered the diner, and the smell of the food hit his nose.  He placed his hand on her lower back again, and pointed to the corner booth in the very back of the restaurant.  He typically chose these types of booths to help with his paranoia of having his back to a door, at least while he was close to one.

“So, are we doing business over lunch, or do we wanna take a break? I’m down for either, but this place just gives me that old school greasy spoon romance vibe…”, he asked, sitting into the back side of the booth by the wall.  He peered around the diner, instinctively, seeing if there were any signs of strangeness.  He found none and sighed with relief.