“Vegetable soup for me. And a side salad. Raspberry dressing.” Nate handed over his menu.
“Vegetarian lasagna for me. Sweet tea to drink,” Donner replied as he held out his menu.
“Water is good for me,” Nate added. He’d never been one for sodas or coffee. Not like he had much of anything else around when he was a kid. He didn’t realize you were supposed to pour milk over cold cereal for breakfast. Milk wasn’t readily available. Water was. He’d never asked where the child support money went. His mother had a quick temper and lashed out if he dared stir her ire.
“Coming right up.” She collected the menus and hurried off.
Donner’s gaze met Nate’s.
Nate arched an eyebrow in return. “Vegetarian, huh?”
“Yep. Just like you.” Donner smiled coyly. “Something else we have in common.”
“Uh, huh
