“Hi, I’m your server for the evening. My name is Tamela, can I get you something to
drink first?”
“Can we get a bottle of wine and for appetizers, egg rolls, wings, and spinach dip? Then,
I will order afterwards,” Kamden said, taking charge of the night. I closed my menu and clasped
my hands together, smiling at the waitress, not letting on that I was pissed.
“Great, I’ll be back with your wine and appetizers,” Tamela responded, leaving two
straws on the table. Taking in the restaurant, I saw where a few kids played games with their
parents, and other customers seemed to be on a date.
“Before you start, I apologize for ordering for you, but these are my favorites, and I
wanted you to see me as Kamden and not Kash.”
“What’s the difference?” I asked.
He grabbed my palm, car
