The server walked up to our booth and served a mountain of food. Crew immediately dug in.
“Anything else you need?” the server asked in a sugary-sweet voice as she batted her eyelashes at Crew.
“Eat,” Crew urged me, ignoring her.
“No, we’re good here,” I told the server. “Thank you.”
She stared at Crew for another moment, then finally walked away.
I picked up my utensils.
“Okay, this waffle you ordered is delicious,” I said after one bite.
“I knew you’d like it.”
The way he was making love to his food, I doubted he cared whether I liked it or not.
“So, what do you do for fun?” Crew asked after a few bites of syrupy goodness.
“I spend my time doing homework,” I said between bites. “Gotta keep those grades up if I want to go to college. Pretty boring.” It was half-true. Research
