“Just a burger, I think.” Idly she flipped through the pages listing the specials. “Yeah, a plain burger with fries.”
“You’re so boring,” he joked, glancing to his own menu with a grin. “But I’ll have the same.” He raised a hand slightly to wave the prying waitress over before setting down his menu.
She teased back, “If I’m so boring, why are you still here? I didn’t think you were interested in boring.” Lifting the menu, she tapped him on the head with it. “Absurd Tony.”
When the waitress came over, giving the two of them a smug smirk, Summer rolled her eyes and rattled off her order, stressing, “Don’t put anything on the burger, okay? Pickles on the side.” It was so obvious what the waitress was thinking, she didn’t even need to be an empath to tell. Screw the woman and her expectations anyway. Summer wouldn’t just fall into Tony’s bed, and she wouldn’t be escorted out of it the next morning, either.