My attention immediately shifted to Knox. "Wait." I narrowed my eyes. "Did I just hear you call these 'mid'?"
Knox casually shrugged before tossing a fry into his mouth. "Mid."
I gasped dramatically. "You have absolutely no taste."
Ignoring him, I grabbed one of the curly fries and dipped it generously into the garlic ranch. The smell alone made my mouth water.
My eyes fluttered shut. "Oh..." A tiny, involuntary moan escaped me.
Before I could finally bring up the real reason I'd asked him here, Gabriel returned carrying a large wooden pizza board.
The aroma reached us before the pizza did.
My eyes widened.
He carefully placed the pizza between us. "Godspell Beef Euro," he announced with a proud smile. "Fresh from the oven."
The cheese was still bubbling. Steam curled into the air
