Lawrence wished he would’ve remembered it was a Saturday night at La Coconut. If he had, he would’ve taken Maizee somewhere else. Somewhere a little quieter, a little more off the beaten path.
Having to walk through all those waiting customers like he owned the place hadn’t helped, as she was now looking at him like he owned the world. While he was used to such things, he certainly didn’t want it to come from her.
“We can go somewhere else,” he said.
“Are you kidding?” She unwrapped her silverware and spread her napkin on her lap. “I’ve never been here, and it smells delicious.” She looked around, obviously admiring the plates of the diners around them.
“Where have you been on the island?” he asked.
“Roasted,” she said. “And the grocery store.”
“Ah, so you cook.” He looked up at the
