“I'd like a cheeseburger with a strawberry milkshake please.” I closed the menu and slid it across the table to Easton.
She jotted down my order, scribbling random characters before giving her undivided attention to Easton, batting her eyes, and chewing her peppermint gum seductively. “And what would you bad boy like to eat today?”
I inwardly hissed at her. It was already bad enough that half of the girls – and guys – in here were giving Easton heart-eyes. I think I even saw her shove the other waiter to strut her way over.
“Um… I don’t know. This pizza looks good. What toppings do you have?”
Slightly bending forward, the majority of her half-tanned breast on display, she purred, “There’s pepperoni, corn, pineapple, ancho-”
“Pineapple? Does it taste good?” He asked in pure wonder
