Irene’s POV.
“I’m going to go place our order at the counter okay. I’ll be back I’m a few minutes.” He announced then stood up from his seat.
“You sure you remember each of the orders?” I asked. “I could come along with you if you want?”
“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to..” he responded. “I know the right things to order for you, the young man and the future NBA star.” He looked at Antonia and grinned slightly.
Antonia smiled.
“Are you sure?” I asked again. “Do you need to write it down or something so you won’t forget?”
He was about to answer again when Antonia blurted out and turned to me, “Mom, if he says he can handle it, then let him handle it.” She turned back to him and smirked, “I trust this guy right here. He looks super smart. I mean he’s the president of a freakin’
