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“The windswept look is nice.” He smiled. Dirk liked a little messy, a little askew. Not perfect. Or, rather, if it was perfect, he liked being the one wreckingit. 

Yes, it’s exactly as it seemed. 

The blond led them in and glanced to John to see what his first impression was. Alright, it seemed like he was having a good time, so good. “Thanks, man. It’s one of my favorite places to go, the atmosphere’s really great.” He smiled and they were soon seated in a booth. Dirk glanced at the menu, humming, “I kinda want a milkshake.”

Well, good for him then. John’s hair rarely looked perfect. It was always a slightly bed-headed mess.

John slid into the booth and picked up a menu, kicking his feet a bit under the table. “A milkshake sounds good.” He looked at the selections. “Who on earth thought a peanut butter milkshake was a good idea.” Scrunching his nose, he looked at the other options, and frowned. “I should probably pass if they use the same machine to mix them together. Sigh.” He looked at the food instead; scrambled eggs and toast and other breakfasty things staring him right in the face. “Oh wow. That’s the biggest pile of eggs I’ve ever seen.” Excited pointing. “That. I want that.” It was a little bit of everything; eggs, toast, hash browns, two pancakes. He was honestly surprised at himself. “I can’t believe I’m hungry enough to want to eat that much.”