Once we sat down at Chick Fila, I started to drink my large lemonade.
“Um, so that girl, who’s apartment I was at that day, I called it off with her after that day.” Jordan tells me
I roll my eyes at this and then look at him eating his chicken tender.
“Oh, that’s a good way to start off a conversation.” I say sarcastically and then eat a waffle fry.
“What? I like to get to the point.” He tells me with his mouth full, some Chick fil a sauce on his mouth.
I rolled my eyes and handed him a napkin.
He gave me a confused look, but I kept shaking it hoping that he would grab it from me and not ask any questions.
Much to my frustration, he still is giving me that dumb look of his, so I pointed on my own damn face of where his mess is.
“Oh, thank you.” He says with embarrassment and fina
