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“Why are we going to a diner? There’s pizza in the fridge we can heat up,” Dante complained, slouched in the passenger seat of your car.
“We are not eating month-old pizza.”
After finishing the mission, both of you were exhausted and starving. Unfortunately, the pizza back at Devil May Cry was even less appealing. Neither of you felt like cooking.
“It’s still pretty good,” he insisted, flashing a lazy grin.
"There was mold on it."
He waved a dismissive hand. “Just scrape it off.”
You scoffed, shooting him a sideways look. “Absolutely not. We’re eating something different tonight. Trust me—this place is good.”
Dante let out the most dramatic groan imaginable, slumping lower into the seat like you’d personally ruined his life. Still, you caught the faint smile tugging at his mouth. Beneath all the complaining, he was curious.
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Once the car was parked in the lot, Dante looked up at the neon sign that said 'Fork Yeah!’ He stared at it for a long moment then rolled his eyes.
“…I’m already regretting this,” he muttered.
You laughed and climbed out of the car. The bell above the diner door jingled as the two of you walked inside and saw two empty seats by the counter. The menu was full of tempting options, but you already knew what you wanted. “Cheeseburger and fries for me,” you told the waitress when she came over. Dante barely glanced at the menu before ordering the same. He wasn’t in the mood to read—he was just hungry.
Once she walked a few steps away, you quickly hopped off your stool and hurried after her. Dante watched suspiciously as you leaned closer and whispered something into her ear.
When you sat back down, he leaned in close, voice low and teasing. “What’s that all about?”
“Don’t worry,” you said with a small smirk. “You’ll see.”
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When the food came, you two were ready to devour them. The burgers looked amazing, your mouth watered with hunger. Even Dante’s skeptical expression faltered as hunger took over. He picked up his burger and took a huge bite. You watched him chew, waiting for the verdict.
“Not bad, babe. Better than I expected.” There was a pause, you knew what he would say afterwards.
“But?” you prompted, while eating your fries.
He grinned. “But it’s still not pizza. This is good, but pizza’s my ride or die.”
You chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to replace pizza, Dante. I just wanted us to try something different.”
He laughed, the sound low and warm. “You’re lucky I’m crazy about you. Otherwise I’d be halfway to the pizza joint already.”
Afterwards, the two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Both of you taking time to just enjoy the atmosphere of the quaint diner. When your plates were mostly cleared, you signaled the waitress to come over. “Okay time for the other reason I brought us here.”
Dante raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”
He saw the waitress that brought their food earlier come over with cart, that carried two big bowls of dessert. Two strawberry sundaes: tons of vanilla ice cream, fresh strawberries glistening with honey syrup, rivers of rich chocolate sauce, a mountain of whipped cream, and bright red maraschino cherries on top.
“Holy shit,” Dante breathed, excitement lighting up his face. “I didn't even know this size could exist!”
“I saw it when I was driving by a few days ago,” you explained. “I knew you'd love it!”
Mina laughed, delighted by his reaction. “Dig in, pretty boy.”
Dante didn’t need telling twice. He scooped a huge spoonful—ice cream, strawberry, banana, chocolate, and cream all together—and shoved it in his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed for a second. “Mmm yeah, I’m in love. I think I've met the true love of my life.”
"Hey!" You playfully smacked his shoulder.
The two of you spent the next half hour slowly eating your sundaes. Surprisingly, Dante paid the bill and left a generous tip, then wrapped an arm around you walking back to the car.
“Alright, you win this round,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Burgers were solid. That sundae was killer. But next time we’re getting pizza."
“Fine, you can have your pizza again.”