“Y’all have a great night, and thank you!” Ronan called out.
The waiter watched as they went through the front door, then went to collect the bill from the table. He turned around and looked at the chef, who’d just finished waving at Ronan and Giada. “What’s the problem?” the chef asked.
The waiter hurried into the kitchen and handed him the bill and the cash.
The chef counted it out. “That’s a good man,” he said.
“I’ve never gotten a two hundred dollar tip.”
“Now you have.”
“I hope he becomes a regular.”
“He’ll be back. His lady likes my creme’ brulee’.”
~~~
“So, what now?” Ronan asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe some Tums.”
Ronan laughed. “Come on, I ate most of it.”
“Do you eat like that all the time?”
“Not that level of richness. But that much, pretty much.”
“How do you not weigh four hundred pounds?”
“I told you,” he said.
“Oh, yeah. The shifter thing. I guess you have a fast metabolism.”
“Exactly.”
“Are you tired?”
“Not really, but I’m lazy. I had a heavy meal,” she said, as though he didn’t know.
“How about we go back to my place and just watch some television?”
She gave him some side eye, then gave him a little more side eye.
“No funny business. Just hanging out and watching T.V.”
“Under one condition.”
“Alright.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just not ready to say good night.”
“I’d like to go to my house and pick up Matteo’s favorite stuffed animal. I’m honestly surprised he went to sleep without it.”
“Done. And does Leo have one?”
“Yes, but he’s not dependent on it to sleep.”
