“You know there’s no shortage of restaurants,” she said. “Did you have to bring me to the place I work?”
At least they were in a corner. She fought the urge to run her fingers through her wet hair, which was still damp from the quick shower she’d grabbed. She’d thrown on white sweatpants and a matching bulky and comfortable hoodie, and when she’d finally gone downstairs, her dad had been standing at the bottom, checking his watch.
“Hey, stop complaining, considering I’m the one who had to wait for you,” Ryan said. “When I said ten minutes, I didn’t mean for you to take a twenty-minute shower and then try on everything in your room while I waited downstairs. I thought you’d throw something on, brush your teeth, wash your face, and we’d go.”
Alison reached for a packet of sugar and tapped
