Ian hums as he leads me into his kitchen, bags full of burgers and fries in hand, as I follow him with our drinks. A chocolate shake for him and a strawberry shake for me. Ian places the bags onto the island in his black and white marble kitchen and gestures for me to take one of the tall barstools.
“Would you like some ketchup or mayo?” Ian asks, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a jar of mayo.
“Nah, thanks though.” I hum as I place a straw in each of our drinks. “Jerry’s fries are some of the few fries that I can just eat without anything else.”
Ian laughs, placing the jar of mayo next to his bag of food.
“I’ll agree to that. Their seasoning hasn’t changed since even when me and your folks were in school.”
“Why change something good?”
Ian laughs, shrugging off his jacket as
