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“As bossy,” I said. “Or type A. That kind of thing.”
A slow smile crept across his face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Just got a little excited about the prospect of seeing your bossy side.”
I tried to scowl at him, but my lips wiggled towards a grin. How was he flirting with me when I’d done nothing but dump my baggage on him since the day we met? He held my gaze until a flush of heat fired up my neck, and I looked down at the menu, my eyes struggling to focus with his attention still on me. “So what do you usually get here?”
“You really can’t go wrong,” he said. “Personally, I was leaning towards the fish until I saw you in that dress, but now I think I may need something more substantial to sink my teeth into.”
Kurt never talked to me like that. No one ever talked to me like that.
“I guess I should’ve asked if you were a vegetarian.”
“Only at lunchtime.”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t eat meat at lunchtime.”
“Ever?” he asked.
“Ever,” I said, sensing further explanation was needed. “I used to be a vegetarian. When I was a teenager. For ethical reasons.”
“And then you had a pulled pork sandwich?”
I laughed. “Something like that. Anyway, it’s only a small thing, but it makes me feel like I’m doing something, you know. Since the earth is burning.”
“You actually believe in that climate change stuff?”
My stomach dropped with my expression. “What?”
“That’s just a conspiracy theory,” he said. “Like the moon landings.”
I blinked at him and searched his face for reason. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
A subtle twitch of his lips gave the game away. “I’m joking.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair.
“Would that be a dealbreaker for you?”
My chin hinged forward. “If you didn’t believe in reality? Yes. That would be a dealbreaker. I’m not nearly whimsical enough to deal with someone who entertains such nonsense.”
“Good,” he said. “Me neither.”
My chest loosened with my relief.
“So are you going to go for a big, juicy steak since you ate like a rabbit at lunch?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “The crab cakes sound delicious.”
“They’re unreal,” he said. “Same goes for the shrimp and the ahi tuna.”
“You didn’t really strike me as the fine dining type,” I admitted, cocking my head. “No offense.”
“A guy can’t eat chili dogs all the time.”
