Author's Note: Wrote this for a fanfic challenge over at Livejournal. The prompt was "diners, drive-ins, and dives." And the fanfic had to be 100 to 1,000 words. Hope you guys enjoy it!
"Hey, you ready to go?"
"Yeah…" Cristina turned around with one arm trying to find the sleeve of her coat. Owen came inside the locker room, took hold of the elusive sleeve, and helped her into her signature leather jacket. "Thanks," she said, slipping her bag over her head.
"How was your day?" he asked, tucking her hand in his as they exited the locker room together.
Cristina sighed. "Fine." Her tone said otherwise.
A look of concern crossed Owen's face as it often did in these past months. He didn't know how to help her. He'd tried having her in the OR with him, but it'd proven to be a mistake. And there was no way he would ever push her like that again. He couldn't do that to her, knowing how afraid she was. There was nothing he could as an attending, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try to do everything for her as her husband.
"I heard an interesting rumor today."
"When did you start listening to the gossip?"
Owen shrugged. "Sometimes I just can't help it. People talk, and I hear it. Plus, it was about you, so I paid attention."
Cristina regarded him warily. "What did they say?"
"That your first boyfriend was in college. Your chemistry TA? Also, there was something about Avery with two girls on prom night. And Kepner still being a virgin?"
Cristina shook her head. Must've been a slow news day if people are still talking about that. April will be thrilled. "So?"
"Well, that means that you missed all the fun that comes with dating in high school. Having a guy pretend to yawn to put his arm around you during a movie. Carving your initials into a tree. Wearing a letterman jacket."
"I'm sorry. Did you go to high school in the fifties? No one does that anymore."
"Well, we are," Owen said, smiling. Having reached the truck, Owen reached into his pocket and unlocked the doors.
Cristina paused a few feet away from the truck. "What?" She spied boxes in back of Owen's truck and took an involuntary step back. "Are those what I think they are?"
"Yep. Stopped by my mother's place for some of my old things now that we've got space in the new house."
"Let me guess, you just happen to have an old letterman jacket in there."
Owen nodded. He reached into one of the boxes and pulled out an old varsity football jacket. "Humor me?" he asked, holding the jacket open in a welcoming gesture.
She couldn't resist the earnest smile on his face. He obviously had concocted some sort of plan for their evening that didn't involve going home and passing out right away. Shaking her head with a self-conscious laugh – and furtively glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Cristina removed her bag and coat and let Owen wrap her in his old jacket. "I look ridiculous," she said as he helped her into the passenger seat.
"I think it looks good on you," Owen replied, handing over her bag and coat then kissing her on the cheek as if to emphasize his point.
Cristina waited for him to get into the driver's seat before she spoke. "I bet you say that to all the girls who you put this jacket on."
"Well, since you're the only girl who I've put this jacket on, then I guess you're right," Owen said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
A warm flutter of pleasure stirred within her, almost making her feel like a high school girl who'd just been asked out by the star quarterback. "So, where are we going?"
"A drive-in theatre? You've taken me to a drive-in movie theatre?" Cristina looked around her, feeling as though she'd gone back in time with its retro décor. A teenager in rollerskates made her way to Owen's side and asked to take his order. Cristina could barely hear him as she absorbed her surroundings. Her husband certainly didn't do things half-assed. First, it'd been watching the Northern Lights at the West Point Lighthouse, and now it was a date at a drive-in, replete with an old movie and a varsity jacket. "What movie are we watching?"
"'To Have or Have Not.' Bogart and Bacall."
"And they are…?"
Owen chuckled. "I thought you were raised in Hollywood." Cristina rolled her eyes at him. He continued, "Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, one of Hollywood's first power couples. They met on this film set. And the rest was history."
"Divorce?" Cristina guessed.
"No, they stayed married for the rest of his life." Just like we are. The words were unspoken, but Cristina could hear them just the same. She smiled.
As the opening credits rolled, their waitress came back with their burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Owen placed them on the dashboard, undid their seatbelts, and scooted closer to her side, putting an arm around her.
"You forgot to pretend to yawn," she remarked.
He chuckled. "Let's call it a husband's prerogative to put his arm around with his wife without pretending."
"What are we going to do afterward? Carve our initials into a tree?"
"I already did it. Though, it was on one of the wood support beams in our house, not a tree."
"I thought it'd be a nice way to make our house ours."
Cristina didn't speak for a moment, just looked at the man who clearly loved her. An idea popped into her head. "You know, I think you're missing something from your list." Cristina climbed into the backseat, pulling Owen with her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, bewildered but amused.
"Just because I never went on a date in high school doesn't mean I don't know what happens when you mix two horny teenagers and a backseat," she said with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "Wanna make out?"