29 - Shameless
Damon
“Yes,” I replied, ordering my favorite red wine. “It’d be better to have some privacy from the paparazzi.”
Once the server left, I looked at Summer, and she was staring at me with a strange expression. I ignored it. She often had a strange expression on her face, and most of the time it’s because she’s daydreaming. It was cute. But I’d never ever tell that to her.
“Have you decided what you want to eat?” I asked, already decided what I wanted to have.
“Who the f**k eats a hundred-dollar lasagna?” she asked, checking the price and closed the menu. “I can’t. It’s giving me anxiety.”
I straightened up. “I can decide for you if that’s okay?”
Fuck. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with choices or anything.
Did I go overboard?
Should I cancel the next reservatio
