“It’s quiet, at least,” she allowed. “Nobody staring at me because you’re here.” She flipped through the menu, trying hard to keep her expression controlled. Okay, so maybe she still wasn’t used to the amount of money Tony could just throw around if he wanted. “And it’s far and away better than you trying to cook.”Summer tapped her finger absently on the wine list. “Am I allowed to drink?” she asked, looking up at him over the little table. “Or shall we both abstain?”
“McDonald’s is better than me trying to cook,” he replied dryly as he glanced over the menu. “So that’s not exactly a ringing endorsement.” Well, at least he was self-aware when it came to his few and horrible attempts at cooking.
He made a loose, flippant gesture with one hand. “Feel free. I’m just going with coffee, though.”
“I don’t know, McDonald’s is pretty damn awful. That might be a tie.” The server came back, and she asked for a peach daiquiri, still frowning at the menu. “I think I will have to let you pick for me, Tony,” she said at last.