Parker pulled into the diner's parking lot, not wishing to risk another minute on the lunatic American streets. Never mind the fact that all of these Yanks drove<em>backwards</em>; they all drove like they had a flight to catch, with little compassion for the cautious Scot behind the wheel of the green Rover. His knuckles were white as he grasped Sarah's hand; Parker Fairfax let out an easy sigh as he shut down the engine. "Well, ahh, here we are, Mrs. Fairfax." It was a charming reminder of his recent marriage, although Sarah scowled. Parker had said they would go eat at one of the popular sushi bars that California offered, but this place, the Do-or-Diner, looked like an establishment whose specialty was the heart-attack special cheeseburger.<br/><br/>So what if he had broken his promise for sushi? Sarah glowed whenever she looked at Parker. The couple both were employed by the Matthews Boys Academy, teaching Literature. Parker didn't believe in love at first sight, not until he met Sarah Wofford. Tall, thin, blond, she looked more the part of a Californian than Parker ever would. They had married only a handful of days ago, and had gone on their flight to Burbank, only after a romantic night to themselves.<br/><br/>With a playfully dismissive sigh, she said "Well, I'm sure they offer something here I've never tried." She broke his grip on Parker's hand and got out of the Rover, only to rejoin him on the outside. He pushed the door open, and was greeted by a clinking bell tied to one of the hinges at the top. "After you, my lady." He gave a ridiculously extravagant bow, which was really just a ruse so that he could get a better look at her legs. Her silky white sundress went down to about her knees, which only made her look more like a native of the area.<br/><br/>After she entered, Parker soon followed, feeling kind of foolish for his own choice of attire. A wool jacket which was stiflingly hot in the Californian sun; As a Scot, the weather was simply unbearable, and he had no idea how Sarah managed. The two of them took a seat at a booth near the door, and Parker looked about the room for a server. He spotted a lovely young dark-haired girl chatting with an older woman. If not for Sarah's presence beside him, he would be drooling for the young girl; Parker had a<em>thing</em>for young women, one that bordered on obsession. After meeting Sarah, though, this obsession died down into a passing fancy; his eyes were only for her.