“Look, it's not my fault every guy has the same wardrobe!” Peyton said sarcastically.
“Okay, okay. Just try to tell me something else, so I can spot him easier,” she said.
“Fine, let me look.” Peyton looked over at the line where she had seen Noah standing and then scanned the line to find him. After a brief moment, she found him ordering his food.
“Mom, if you look right now, you can see him in front of the cashier ordering his sandwich,” Peyton whispered again.
Her mom turned around a little faster this time, not trying to be as subtle, and looked in the direction Peyton told her to. After a couple of seconds, she turned around and smiled at Peyton.
“That guy taking out his wallet?” she snickered.
Peyton nodded her head and started blushing for what reason she didn’t know. “Yes,” s
