"Are you happy?" he asked.
"Here you go!" The waitress slid a hot plate onto the table and placed the pizza on top. "Would you like another round?" she asked, eyeing our empty glasses.
Logan held his up. "Please."
I nodded as I forced a smile. "Me, too." Then, the delicious smell of rich Italian sauce wafted toward me. "It looks delicious!"
"I told you," he said as he slid a slice of pizza onto a plate and handed it to me. "The best pizza in New York!"
"Maybe in New York, but what about Charlie Brown's Pizza?" I asked as I shook my head. "It'll have to go some in order to beat that." One corner of my lips curled into a sly smile. "I mean, how good could Garbage Pizza actually be?"
He laughed. "Well, see for yourself." He took a bite and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor. "What's a
