“Yeah. I got the idea from Jacks. He made Lacey fries before their big talk, and it seemed to make it less awkward. I don’t know. I thought you might be hungry, and if we’re going to live together, then we should get to know each other better.”
“You made breakfast for dinner?”
He rocks back on his heels, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and shrugs his shoulders. “Lacey said that’s what you liked.”
“Did she?”
“Is she wrong? Jacks told me she said you liked waffles.”
“They’re my favorite.”
“So, what do you say roomie? Want some waffles and to get to know each other a little better?”
I manage a small nod, and he begins to walk toward the kitchen. “So, do you want the grand tour before or after we eat?”
“After? I’ve been here before, so I really just need tomeasure the room to figure out what furniture I need to bring. Remind me where the bathroom is.”
He points down a small hallway, and I make a beeline for the door.
God, why does this feel so awkward?
The Tortured Therapists Department
He made me dinner.
Gray:
Tanner?
Lacey, did you tell Jacks I like waffles?
Lacey:
Tanner made you waffles?
Yes. What else did Jacks ask you?
Poppy:
Aw! That’s so sweet.
Lacey?
Lacey:
He said Tanner was making dinner and wanted to know what you liked. I didn’t think much of it.
It doesn’t mean anything, right? Like this is just our friend being nice. Not trying to get in my pants?
Poppy:
I’m telling you he’s not the guy you think he is. I think he wants to make you feel comfortable and feels really bad about your apartment. You can trust him.
Okay.
Lacey:
Poppy’s right. He’s a flirt and goofball, but I don’t think they’re fuck me waffles.
