When the wedding was cleaned up and everyone was gone, Kiana handed me her keys to drive us to a late dinner. I wanted to get her home, but she said she was starving and there was a diner close that she liked to go to.
I followed her directions and parked in front of the brightly lit diner. Inside was a room full of cracked vinyl booths, a long counter, and a grill visible from every seat. She sank into a booth, and I sat opposite her.
“What can I get you two?” the waitress asked.
“Water, please. And a burger. Swiss cheese, mushrooms, mayo and onions.”
“I’ll have the same. No mushrooms though.”
The waitress left, and Kiana stared at me.
“What?”
“No mushrooms?”
I shook my head. “Can’t stand them.”
“Then why did we order stuffed mushrooms on our first date?”
I shrugged. “Trying to
