“Don’t care. If they still let you in here, nothing I do is going to be shocking.” She ate another bite, picking up crumbs with her fingertip. “You’re just jealous.” In a short amount of time, only a few smears were left. Summer looked at the plate, then at Tony, then back at the plate. “I’m tempted to lick it.”“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be the first to do that,” Tony replied, as he scraped up the last of his tiramisu with his fork. “And probably only the waitstaff would look at you funny. And me, but I figure that’s nothing out of the ordinary by now.”
“Hmmm, no. I won’t do it. Tip for you, though: the next time I’m down, send out for some of this.” Neatly she laid the fork upside down on the plate and eyed Tony. “Now what?”