“We should get more food.”
She wipes under her eyes. “Good idea.”
We order the greasiest food on the menu and share everything we get, which ends up being a cheeseburger, chicken tenders, and a ton of fries. Simon brings us some waters without us asking for them.
“You should get his number,” I tell Gia.
“He is so not my type, Sera.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know… because.”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe he’d change your mind. Never thought I’d be into someone old enough to be my father.”
Gia laughs, nearly choking on her food. “Good point.”
When Simon walks by, Gia holds out a hand. “Hey, Simon,” she calls. He stops and turns to face us.
“Can I get you something?” he asks.
“Yeah, how about your number?”
He raises a brow. “Seriously?”
“Uh, yeah. Why would I joke?” she says.
He looks at me, still seeming unsure. He’s a cute guy. Good bone structure. Looks like he plays sports. Probably in college or something.
“She’s serious,” I say with a nod.
He blinks a few times, then turns back to Gia. “Give me your phone,” he relents.
She unlocks it before handing it over, and he puts his number in, then gives it back.
“If you regret this in the morning, I won’t be mad,” he says.
“Now why would you say something like that?” Gia asks.
Simon looks at her like she’s crazy.
“No reason. I look forward to your call.” He taps the table before walking away, going back the way he was before she stopped him.
“He thinks you’re too good for him,” I comment.
“Judgy much,” she mutters, reaching for a fry.
“Can’t blame the guy. I mean, look at you.”
She hops off the stool, steadying herself. “I’m going pee. B-R-B.”
As she walks away, I pull out my phone to check my texts. There’s none. I open up the thread with Elliot only to realize I never texted him back from the theater.
Me: I am so sorry!
Me: I forgot to answer back.
Me: Are you still awake?
