“It’s still kind of impressive,” he said as he followed me into the hallway.
If the attendant thought Dom and I had got up to anything untoward in the dressing room, he never showed it. As a professional, he made sure I’d found everything to my liking, chatting while we both pretended I didn’t spend a great deal of money at the establishment. Dom kept quiet, but he never drifted far. It was something I noticed he did, and I didn’t know if it was some protective instinct. Not that I minded, but I didn’t need him to defend me.
“I’m hungry,” he announced as we stepped outside into the sun.
“Then let’s get some food,” I said. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Basset Park is nearby, and since it’s like, right next to the university, they’ve always got a bunch of food carts to pick from.”
“Hmm, sounds like a good idea.”
“Really? Huh, I thought you might insist on somewhere else.”
I glanced at him as we walked toward the park. “Why? Because I sometimes have expensive taste in food?”
“I mean, yeah,” he said without hesitation. God, he was such an ass, but at least he was an honest one, which put him leagues above most of the asses I’d been forced to deal with over theyears. “I didn’t think you bought a meal if it was less than twenty bucks or something.”
“If you think my meals cost slightly above twenty dollars, then you clearly have no idea how expensive food can get,” I said with a chuckle. “And if you think I require food to be expensive for me to enjoy it, you clearly did not see the chicken nuggets in the freezer.”
Dom shot me a scrutinizing look before grunting. “They’re shaped, aren’t they?”
“Dinosaurs currently, and in a few months I’ll get the ‘spooky’ shaped ones, and occasionally I can find Christmas ones around the holiday season,” I told him. “I don’t skimp on the dipping sauces, though, so you have ground to stand on there.”
“I guess you had to find a way to spend money,” he said with a snort. “I probably don’t want to know what kind of sauces you get.”
“Probably not.”
“It’s not like stupidly fancy nuggets though, right?”
“Are you kidding me? They’re dinosaur-shaped.”
“I’m pretty sure with enough money you could probably find some high-end place willing to custom-order shaped nuggets.”
“Pfft, no. The only way you could consider them ‘fancy’ is if you grew up as a dirt-poor kid with a working mother who could only afford the good nuggets once in a while.”
“So...Tyson?”
“Exactly.”
“Nice to see you’ve kept your humble roots somewhere.”
“You trying to claim that anyone should be kept humble is the height of irony,” I told him dryly as we entered the park. It wasn’t nearly as busy as I remembered. “Hmm, quiet here.”
“It is Sunday,” he said. “And the summer semester, so there’s not going to be that many people around. Ugh, probably means there’s not going to be that much of a selection either, damn it.”
“When he’s not thinking with his dick, he’s thinking with his stomach,” I muttered, and when he gave me a sharp look, I smiled before turning away so he couldn’t see me grin. “The definition of ‘you are such a man.’“
“You said the same thing the first time we ever successfully fucked years ago.”
“Your first words were ‘man, I really want a sandwich.’ I think I’m justified in that observation,” I said, amused at how offended he was. “I suppose you should just be happy you found someone who looks upon that sort of behavior with fondness and mild exasperation.”
“I heard your stomach in there, you’re hungry too.”
“I never claimed I wasn’t.”
“And you’re just as horny as I am.”
“You have a rather active libido; mine just happens to be highly reactive. A boon for both of us, to be sure.”
