Amaya
“What about food?” I asked, gesturing down to the box in front of us. “I’m assuming pizza isn’t your favorite.”
“Nope, but it might actually come pretty close,” he admitted with a grin. “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t want to be stereotypical, but when I visit back home I always get gyros, so that has to be up there.”
“Any food you hate?” I continued interestedly, even though it wasn’t my turn to ask a question.
“Oranges,” he replied at once. “And I’m allergic to shellfish, so I guess them as well.”
“That sucks.” I c****d my head at him. “I thought all fancy people ate oysters all the time.”
“It’s more a problem for my dad’s side of the family,” he replied. “Not being able to eat shellfish is pretty much treason against Greece in their eyes.”
I laughed. I was surprised at how easy
