I was wrong.
"There's a double bacon cheeseburger in there for you.” Beau drops the greasy bag on my desk before he sits on the couch across from me and goes to town on his double patty cheeseburger.
"Did you get me the greasiest item on the menu?" I ask.
Beau takes a bite of his burger; a bit of ketchup sticks to the corner of his mouth. "I got you a lettuce wrap instead of a bun," he says through a mouthful.
I pull the foil-wrapped burger out of the bag and open it up to see bright green lettuce wrapped around two beef patties with cheese, bacon, and twenty more toppings. I flatten the foil on the desk and take the bacon off the burger.
“Gimme that.” Beau stands from the couch to grab the crispy bacon, putting it on his burger.
It’s kind of comical watching Beau eat anything, butespecially a burger. His hands are so large that it makes it look like a mini slider.
I pass him a napkin and say, "You have ketchup on your face."
"Oh, thanks." His long legs stretch under the coffee table in front of him. "I heard you went to yoga yesterday. What the hell made you do that?"
I take a bite from my burger, the lettuce adding the fresh crisp that doesn't make you feel like you're eating nine thousand calories. "Riley invited me."
Beau stops mid-chew. A large piece of tomato falls from his burger, and his cheeks are filled like a chipmunk’s. "What?"
“You should try the burger with a wrap next time. I don’t feel as full, which is great because I have a lot of work to do.”
Beau snaps his fingers. “Pay attention. You, Riley, yoga. What’s that about?”
“When we were in Mexico, I bet her that she couldn’t jump off the cliff. I told her if she did, I’d go to one of her classes.”
“A bet? Like the ones you guys used to do when we were younger?”
I nod.
“Remember the bet you guys did during the summer festival?”
I grimace. “The cotton candy one?”
Riley bought some purple cotton candy, and I bet her that she couldn’t eat the entire thing in two minutes. She claimed her victory when she finished just before the two-minute mark.
Unfortunately for me, she threw up on me after we went on the swings that fly in a circle. The stain didn’t comeoff my shirt, and I had to throw it away.
“Tell me about this ‘bet’ then.” He uses his fingers to make quotation marks.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it wasn’t really a bet, and it was an excuse for something?”
“Well, was it a ‘bet?’” He does it again.
I drag my hand down my face and count to three. I love Beau to death, but sometimes the things that come out of his mouth make no sense.
“Yes? What are you confused about? I wanted her to jump off the cliff. We made a bet, and she won the bet.”
He takes a big bite from his burger before continuing. “Who won the bet and what’s the prize?”
I ball up the foil after finishing my burger and toss it in the trashcan next to the couch. “She won.”
“And?” He gestures his hand in a circle to continue.
