“Come a little closer, please,” I whisper to the waitress. She leans down over the table. Quietly, ensuring Vandiver can't overhear, I order.
“Bring him a large ice cream sundae with three scoops: chocolate, strawberry, and red velvet each. And add one of your artisan chocolate-filled doughnuts covered in extra powdered sugar.”
"Uh?" She gasps and my chest spread with satisfaction
“That’ll be all.” The waitress looks at me to Vandiver's intense face, then back at me.
I lift my both brows up and she catch on to the prank, suppressing a grin.
She nods knowingly, and retreats to the kitchen, fully understanding just how much Vandiver is going to hate this sugary presentation.
He is clearly a man who strictly prefers non-sugary things; I have only ever seen him drink plain mineral wat
