We pulled up to the restaurant, both climbing out. "This place is supposed to be really good." He held his arm out for me.
I slid my arm behind his. "I am starving."
We walked in, the hostess seated us as our waiter walked up. We ordered drinks and started looking over the menu. "So what looks good?" He asked.
"I will probably get Fettucine alfredo."
"I was thinking Lasagna."
We ordered, and dove in. "So you seem to really like your job."
I nodded. "I do. I've made some friends, and with getting to work with clients now, it's becoming more challenging, which I like."
"That's great. How is it working for Eli?"
I looked up at him. "Uh, it's." I paused taking a breath. "Interesting."
He laughed. "What does that mean?"
"Well at first we kind of butted head
