“No.It’s not.It should be thick but not gooey.”He looked at the bowl in front of Mike.“That’s...sad.”
“I should have gone with the steak like you did.”Mike sighed before taking another bite of his dish.“There isn’t a lot of flavour here.”
Jamie cut into the middle of the steak and looked up at Mike.“Overcooked.”
“Will you send it back?”Mike asked quietly.
“No.It’s okay.”He took a bite and reached for the salt and pepper.“Not a lick of seasoning,” he muttered.“It has to be really bad for me to send something back.”
They decided to share a piece of the coconut cream cake, with neither of them finishing it.They both agreed that it was very dry.
When they were back in the truck, Mike asked, “Okay, give an honest review of that meal.”
“Um...truthfully?”
“Yes, I did ask for an honest review.”Mike pulled out onto the main road in Columbus.
“Well, I wouldn’t go back.”Jamie thought for a moment.“The wine was cheap and then expensive, the bread was generic, the salad was...not very fresh, the bleu cheese dressing was watery, the steak was overcooked and wasn’t seasoned with anything, and your shrimp and grits looked awful.”
Mike laughed.“That was brutal, honest, and the truth.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
They sat in Mike’struck for a few moments, the sound of the engine tinging as it cooled.“I—” they both started at once.“You first,” Mike said.
“I really enjoyed it.Thank you for asking me.”
“Even though the food was bad?”Mike chuckled.
“It wasn’t exactly bad.It just wasn’t very good.”
“I’ll take your shrimp and grits over anyone’s,” Mike said, smiling.“That was the best ever.”
“Thank you, kind sir.”Jamie nodded and smiled.“Now...I guess I need to go and see what mischief Joesph has gotten into.”
Jamie opened the heavy door of Mike’s truck and tried to slip down to the ground as gracefully as he could.When he got both feet on the ground, Mike was already there.
