"Ooh, they have milkshakes!" I said when we sat down and I looked at the menu.
"We have a special Halloween-themed milkshake," the waitress said.
"I will have that, fries, and a cheeseburger," I said, handing her my menu.
"Same for me minus the milkshake," Garrett said.
"You don't want one, hun? It's bright orange and has little candied bats on it," the waitress cajoled.
"You can have some of mine," I promised Garrett.
He made a face.
"So, is this the best Halloween season you've ever had?" I asked Garrett when the waitress left.
"I guess it is," he said, his gaze on me.
"Or is it going to depend on if you win that acquisition or not?"
"I feel confident about it," he said. "Sebastian seems as if he likes Harrogate. My little brothers managed to behave somewhat civilly to his younger brother, which is a plus."
"He posted pictures of the party on his Instagram account. That has to mean something."
The waitress came with our food.
"That is a nice-looking hamburger," I said as she slid the plates and shake onto the table.
"I debated about taking you to this place, which has milkshakes," Garrett said, "or this other place that has a jar of cheese sauce they dump over your burger and fries."
I was speechless for a moment. "I didn't realize that was a thing, and now I need that in my life."
"Next time. Promise," Garrett said.
I picked up my burger and thrust it at him. He looked confused. "You don't have a milkshake, so we're toasting burgers," I explained. He slowly picked his up. "To Halloween! And a successful acquisition!" I said as I tapped our burgers together.
And please, Romani queen, fix my life, because I can't write that article. Thank you.
I took a big bite. "Yum! I love the ones where the patties are smashed. I don't want a huge piece of meat I can't get my mouth around."
Garrett looked as if he was choking. He took a sip of water.
"That—oh, I didn't mean that. I'm sure I can fit my mouth around your meat," I said helpfully.
"I forgot your straw," the waitress said cheerfully. A metal pipe clunked on the table.
I looked at it and poked it suspiciously. "What is that?"
"A straw," Garrett deadpanned.
"No, that’s some sort of murder weapon." I picked it up gingerly.
"I bet it's never been cleaned," Garrett said.
I made a face.
"Do you have any plastic ones?" he asked, taking another bite of his hamburger.
"I left them…" I thought for a moment. "Ugh, they're in the car that the ghost destroyed. I had them in the trunk." I sighed. "I'll just use a spoon. It's too thick to suck anyway."
