Inside, the smell of sizzling onions and fryer oil lingered in the air. The lighting was soft and yellow, casting a warm glow on the booths and checkered floor. Behind the counter, Manny stood near the entrance, his expression lighting up as he saw them.
His pleased smile made it clear how much it meant that the couple had chosen his diner for their pre-prom dinner. It wasn’t the kind of place most teenagers picked for a night like this—most preferred chain restaurants with endless breadsticks or dim lighting—but Cooper’s was part of the town, and Manny took pride in that.
“You two clean up so nice,” Manny said, giving Casey a quick hug. “Thanks for coming in.”
“We wouldn’t dream of eating anywhere else,” Casey said with a smile. “You have the best food in town.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Manny replied. “Since I know kids can get excited on prom night, I opened up the other section to give you all some privacy.”
He led them to a room off to the right of the main booths, where twelve tables were already arranged. The overhead lights were dimmer, casting a soft glow on the checkered floor and clean white tablecloths.
“I know it’s not fancy,” Manny continued, “but I just ask that you don’t get too rowdy—no drinking or smoking back here.” He looked at them both, voice softer. “I trust you two to keep your friends honest.”
“We definitely will,” Casey promised. “We wouldn’t do anything that could hurt your business.” William nodded in agreement.
“Thank you both.” Manny gave William a pat on the back. “Tell your grandmother I said hello.”
“I will. Thanks again, Manny,” William replied.
“I added a special tonight in case anyone’s interested—sirloin steaks, cooked