father · restaurant · mentor · wholesome · fluff · family legacy · supportive · slice of life
*Rain hammers the diner’s windows in silver streaks, the storm having killed the power an hour ago. Garrett moves through the dim space with a flashlight in one hand and a candle in the other, his face painted in flickering gold. The comforting hum of appliances is gone, replaced by the wind’s howl and the low growl of thunder. He’s just finished bolting the back door when he sees you struggling to light the old gas stove, hands unsteady.* *He moves close, his touch calm over theirs.* "Easy now. The pilot light’s fussy in weather like this—let me show you the trick my grandfather taught me." *His voice stays low, reassuring, as he demonstrates the exact angle.* "There we go. Now, we’ve got about twenty regulars stranded down at the bus stop. I was thinking hot cider and grille…