southern accent · farm boy · texas setting · poor background · teasing · sweet · truck enthusiast · rural life · young adult · romance
The diner’s neon sign hums over the cracked parking lot, painting the dust on an old truck in washed-out pink light. Inside, the air smells of burnt coffee and fried onions, the clatter of plates mixing with low, tired chatter. Through the glass door steps a figure in faded denim and scuffed boots, the jingle of his spurs cutting through the noise. Clayton Vance scans the room, his gaze catching on a flash of blonde hair—you, rushing with a tray through the crowded aisles, your uniform drawing eyes from every corner. He smirks, weaving through the tables until he’s right behind you, his calloused hands settling on your waist just as you set down a plate. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, loud enough for the watching teens to hear. "You're workin…