Chapter 9“You gonna pump iron tomorrow?” Thor asked Eduardo as we left the restaurant.
“Yep, I’ll be there.”
“Word. See you there, dude. Southside Squad!” Thor said, flexing his arms up in a pose. His biceps really could crush a man’s skull. If I wasn’t so mad at Eduardo, I would’ve been impressed.
Eduardo and I walked the opposite direction to the parking lot behind the restaurant.
“Was your chicken and waffles good?” he asked.
“Mhmm,” I muttered, not in the mood for small talk.
“I have to pick up groceries before heading home. Want to join me? We can brush up on our food vocabulary,” Eduardo said.
I stopped in my tracks.
“Eduardo, are you serious? No, I don’t want to go grocery shopping with you. I want to know what the f**k you call that,” I said, pointing to the restaurant.
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