I chuckle and he laughs.
“Oh, come on, humor me.”
I shake my head and tell him,
“Well, if we are going to be cheesy than, I am 24 I am an Aquarius, my favorite color is Forest green and-”
“Not that kind of stuff, something memorable, something impacting.”
He says cutting me off.
“Are you saying my favorite color isn’t impactful?” I say with a sarcastic gasp.
“Ha of course it is, but I mean what's something you love?”
he asks me with a meaningful look in his eyes. I sigh and looking into his eyes I feel a moment of vulnerability.
“Well, I love Irises, they give me a certain calming feeling. Whenever I get anxious, or I felt like the world was crashing in around me my dad would bring me Irises from our garden. The garden died after he passed, so it's been a while since I’ve seen them.”
I say remembering the moments my dad would bring them to me telling me I was his beautiful daughter and worth being loved.
I look up to see Adonis has a look in his eyes, it's a need, but a need for what? Before I could ask what, he was thinking about, the waitress came back and put the appetizers in front of us.
“Alrighty y'all ready to order?”
She looked over to Adonis.
“Ladies first”
He said and the waitress pouted a bit and looked at me.
“Um I’m not that hungry; I’ll just get the House Sal-”
Suddenly Adonis cut me off.
“Actually, we both will take the Bison Bacon Cheese double Patty burger with two fries and a large chocolate shake to split.”
The waitress wrote everything down and scurried away.
“What the hell was that.”
I said, and I could feel my blood start to boil.
“Come on Lills, you know you didn't want sala-”
I didn’t hear him say the rest of his sentence because all I could hear was Maxwell in my head,
“Honestly, Lillian a burger? How about a salad hmm? I could hardly put my arm around you without your stomach getting in the way.”
With that thought, I snap.
“Why would you order so much food for me? I may be 300 pounds, but I don’t eat like a fucking sumo wrestler.”
He looked at me stunned.
“You just thought hmm she doesn't want the salad so let me get her the unhealthiest thing and she will love it?! You don’t know what it's like to have people stare at you, see your size, and suddenly judge what you're eating. You're this Greek god and I’m Mrs. Piggy.”
I stand up.
