Emery’s POV
“I ordered a meat dish for us.” I arranged my napkin on the table.
Asher's brow creased as he took his seat. “You should have waited for me to order our food for us.”
Last time I made a waitress wait on me, it felt like she was ready to poison the next glass of water I drank, all because Asher never showed up.
Besides, how am I supposed to know how long he would take at the toilet? What if he decided that he didn't want this date between us anymore and ran off through the restroom window?
“Call the waitress; I want seafood.” Asher said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I was surprised when he asked me out on a date. He never asked me out on dates.
I smiled at Asher and looked around the restaurant but couldn't find the waitress who took my order.
“I can't find her.”
