Eddie holds up a hand. “We’re gonna need a minute.”
She nods and quickly scurries away to get our drinks.
“You didn’t even look at your menu,” I mutter under my breath.
“I know what I like.” His eyes flick up to mine, and something curiously alarming blinks back at me. “In every aspect of my life.”
I look back at my menu; jaw clenching so tightly my teeth hurt. “Of course you do.”
“What about you?” he asks. “I bet you’re a grilled cheese girl. Simple. Basic. A little charred on the outside, but oh so ooey gooey and delicious underneath.”
“I am not a grilled cheese girl,” I snap, feeling a little sheepish. I actually was looking at ordering the grilled cheese, but there’s no way I’m going to now.
He grins. “I bet you get tomato soup on the side, too.”
“I hate tomato soup,” I lie.
Pippa smirks. “He’s got you nailed, Sis. You do love grilled cheese and tomato soup.”
“Shut up, Pippa. Don’t encourage the delinquent.”
Wesley settles back against the seat. “Wow,” he mumbles, somewhat seriously. “This date is going terrible.” He’s smiling again. It’s dismantling and off-putting.
I snap my menu shut. “You keep calling it that and I’ll leave.”
He leans forward, placing his elbows on the table like a heathen, before folding his hands under his chin, trying to feign a fake innocence we both know he’s not capable of. “You won’t.”
“Oh really? And what makes you say that?”
“Because you’re still here. And as much as you hate to admit it, you like the banter going on between us.”
I hate that he’s right.
Linda returns with our waters and the most delicious looking milkshakes I’ve ever seen. The pencil returns, waiting patiently for the rest of our orders.
Pippa orders a salad she won’t finish. Hell, she probably won’t even take a bite. She’s not the kind of girl who eats in front of guys. Eddie, on the other hand, hesitates to order the same burger as Wesley, minus the pickles.
“And for you, dear?” she questions, turning to me.
Wesley waits for my answer. He knows what’s coming before it ever leaves my lips.
“I’ll take a grilled cheese with tomato soup on the side.”
She smiles at me. “The grilled cheese here is amazing. The chef puts three different cheeses in it. And the tomato soup is delicious; he makes it from scratch. You’re gonna love it.” She quickly takes the menus away from us as Wesley tries to suppress his giggles.
“Don’t start with me.”
He holds up his hands, his body shaking with chuckles. “Wouldn’t think of it, Grilled Cheese Girl.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He laughs even louder.
Pippa takes this as her cue to further things with Eddie.
“So,” she says, eyes glittering flirtatiously. “Maybe after this we could go for a drive or something?”
Eddie shifts uncomfortably, glancing at Wesley like he’s looking for backup. “Uh… I actually told my mom I’d be home kinda early tonight.”
