_Zarelle’s POV_
“I don’t want to eat with Norris,” Ryan complained, flopping dramatically back onto the sofa. “He scolds me if I have too many carbs.”
“Then shouldn’t you take advantage of his absence and order whatever you like?” I suggested it practically.
“You’re absolutely right!” Ryan’s eyes lit up with mischievous delight.
He reached eagerly for his phone.
“I’m dying to sink my teeth into a juicy steak burger, one with real meat, not the fake plant-based stuff Norris always pushes on me.”
“Then I’d recommend The Market Grill downtown. Their grass-fed beef burger is absolutely to die for. Also, don’t forget to order the house special pulled beef brisket.”
“I’m already drooling just thinking about it!”
I left my brother to order a lunch loaded with grease, car
