“Water for me.” I respond, and he goes around the rest of the table collecting the guys’ drink orders.
“Okay, those chips and drinks will be right up.” Nico goes to the bar at the back and leans over the counter. The woman behind it nods her head a few times. Then he disappears down another set of stairs in the back.
“What ya getting, Muenster?”
I glance down at the laminated sheet for the first time. “I don’t know yet, you?”
“Tacos,” Ollie tells me, wrapping his arm around the back of my chair to look at my menu.
“I think I want nachos.” I purse my lips, still looking just in case something else jumps out at me.
“Nachos sound good,” Dante rumbles across the table.
The waiter returns, holding a tray with two baskets of chips and several smaller black bowls. The woman behind the bar grabs a tray with our drinks and follows him over.
He places our appetizers in the center of the table. The woman holds up my drink saying, “Water,” then looking around. Iraise my hand. She does the same with the other drinks until her tray is empty.
“Do you need more time or are we ready to order?”
“I’m ready,” I answer.
“What’s good?” Milo looks at the guy.
Nico makes a face and sucks in through his teeth. “Ilike the fajitas, the steak and shrimp are amazing. But the combo plate is good if you’re extra hungry.”
“I’ll go with the fajitas,” Milo tells him, placing his menu on the table.
“I’ll have super nachos, and the combo plate,” Dante chimes in.
“Nachos for me too.” I raise my hand like a kid at school waiting tobe called on.
“And you?” The waiter looks at Ollie.
“Tacos, chicken.”
“Steak fajitas for me,” Ares answers last.
The waiter picks up the menus I’ve stacked and gives us a small smile. “Won’t be too long.”
Dante reaches for the chips before the waiter even turns to leave. The guys don’t waste anytime digging right in. I have a chip or two, but since I’m having nachos, I don’t have too many.
“Do you know if anyone else besides our families are coming tomorrow?” Ollie leans his head back and drops a chip in his mouth.
“Knowing Mom, half the community will be there.” Ares delves through the basket looking for a chip.
“Ugh, I hope not. Not to be an asshole, but we have to play hosts this weekend,” Ollie continues.
Our food arrives fairly quickly, and the conversations fall as we all dig in. I’ll admit mine was delicious.
Chapter 21
“Aren’t we supposed to bring something?” We’re just about to enter from the side door like usual.
“No,” Dante replies. “Even if we weren’t in the middle of moving, we wouldn’t need to bring anything.”
“We can next time if you want,” Ares suggests. I nod, thinking I would like to next time, but accepting that they’ll understand why we didn’t today.
Ollie steps through the door first and he moves forward so we can enter behind him. Turning so he’s facing our group, he leans in and whispers. “The contractor is coming early tomorrow. I say we use that as an excuse to get out of here early. There were a lot of cars in the driveway.”
