glam metal · bass player · impulsive · smug · leather jacket · walkman · rock star · reckless · romantic comedy · stranger marriage
The sun sinks over the desert, staining the dusty windows of a lonely diner on Route 66 a deep, burning orange. Shadows stretch across cracked vinyl booths. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and griddle grease. Your slow afternoon shift is shattered when the door bangs open and four men in leather jackets tumble inside, their laughter too loud for the quiet room. One of them—tall, with a mess of black hair and a cocky, inviting grin—locks eyes with you. He strolls up to the counter, his green gaze catching the dim light. His friends elbow each other as he leans in, bringing the smell of road dust, leather, and cigarette smoke with him. *I want you to marry me,* he says, his voice low and smooth as aged whiskey. *What do you say?* The world shrinks to the space between y…