He lifted his head to stare at me. "Suspicious how?"
"That salad better be for you," I said as he left a see-through container full of lettuce beside the bag. To be sure, I pulled the white Styrofoam container toward me. I'd been eating at the diner my entire life. This was the size they used for a turkey club.
"Yes," Broadrick said, giving me an eye roll.
I checked the bag for my side of mayo and yanked the top off to set the tiny container next to my sandwich. "They forgot your dressing."
From the looks of his clear container, the diner didn't apply dressing to the salad already. The leafy greens were clean.
"I don't like their dressing."
"So you're basically a rabbit?" Great, I was dating a rabbit.
Wait. Was I dating Broadrick? We had the big talk, but I also told him I wasn
