"Yeah. A little town, but I love it," Harry says.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To my favorite restaurant. A little place. A hamburger and hotdogs place."
We continue to walk, until we get to the restaurant. "Hey Harry," says the man at the register.
"Hi Joe," Harry shakes the man's hand. This place is a little busy, but not too bad.
"Who's this?" he gestures to me.
"Rosie. My date."
"Aww. Then it's on the house."
"Anything for my favorite singer." They both laugh.
Then Harry grabs my hand, and takes us to a table. A waitress comes over right away, "Hello. What do you two want to drink?"
"Pepsi," Harry says.
"Rootbear," I say.
"I'll be right back with those," and she walks away.
"You come here often?"
"As often as I can," Harry answers. "The owners a great friend of my family. He treats me as a son."
The waitress comes back with our drinks. "Do you know what you two want?"
"I'll have two chili dogs," Harry says.
"And I'll have two hot dogs," I say.
"It'll be ten minutes," and she walks away.