She lets out a small snort, which I find oddly adorable. “Nope.”
“It’s a noodle bar.”
“A noodle bar?” I’ve never heard of such a thing. I know what a bar is, but never in my life did I think someone would or could open a noodle bar. “Do they have all types of noodles?”
“All types. It’s mainly pho and ramen, but the videos I’ve seen make my mouth water.”
“Am I going to be hungry later?” It’s the only thing I hate about soups. I’m always starving within an hour or two. The liquid goes right through me. I prefer a steak and potatoes because they fill up my gut for hours and give me fuel for the entire day.
“They have other things too, Oli. I promise you won’t be starving before we have a chance to make it back to the city.”
“Well then, let’s go to a noodle bar,” I tell her, strapping my seat belt in tight because the girl isn’t the best driver in the world.
I hate everyone’s driving except my own, but hers is especially erratic at times. It’s no wonder I met her on the side of the road with a blown tire. It’s like she’s scoring points for every pothole she hits because she doesn’t swerve around a single one on this trip.
In less than ten minutes, we’re standing inside one of the prettiest restaurants I’d ever been to in my entire life. I’m not underdressed per se, but I don’t feellike my outfit of jeans and a T-shirt fits the vibe of this joint.
“Two?” a small woman asks as she grabs a few menus from a side counter.
“Yes, please,” Lulu says with a bright smile. The woman radiates kindness.
“Follow me,” the hostess says as she moves through the restaurant as if she’s gliding.
My eyes don’t know where to go first. The food on everyone’s tables is both pretty and smells so good my mouth instantly waters.
The portions look large enough to fill me up, and they seem to have every variety of soup on the menu.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Lulu asks as the woman sets menus down on either side of the table at the booth.
“I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled everything.”
Lulu slides into the booth, and I give her a chin lift, wanting her to move over. “I want to sit next to you.”
Her eyebrows rise in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Didn’t any asshole before me sit next to you?”
The hostess giggles. “Men,” she whispers, shaking her head as she starts to walk away from us.
“Well, no, but my dad does that with my mom.”
“Well, I do that too. I don’t want to be across thetable. I want to be next to the woman I’m spending the day with.”
She scoots over a few more inches, making room for me. “I like that,” she says with a small smile. “But only if I get to eat off your plate.”
“You can eat anything you want.”
She leans over, bringing her mouth close to my ear. “Even you?”
My dick stiffens in my pants, and I growl, wishing we were anywhere except here. “Behave, Lou, or lunch is going to be much quicker than you’d like.”
She pulls back and smiles at me, her cheeks pink. “I know what I want for dessert.”
“What?” I ask.
“You,” she says as she picks up the menu, not looking at me when she says the words.
“Eat fast,” I tell her.
