“I don't know.”
“You been looking at the menu for five minutes.”
“No, I haven't.”
“You have.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Stop timing me.”
“Then order.”
Before I could respond, a waitress appeared beside the table.
“Are y'all ready?”
I glanced down at the menu again.
“Yeah.”
After we placed our orders, the waitress disappeared.
Kyrie leaned back in his chair and looked at me.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You staring.”
He smirked. “’Cause you cute.”
“Boy.”
“What?”
I shook my head and reached for my drink.
A few minutes later, our food arrived.
The second the plate hit the table, something felt… off.
At first, I ignored it.
I picked up my fork and took a bite.
Then another. Then another.
Halfway through chewing, my stomach rolled.
I immediately set my fork down.
Kyrie's eyes narrowed.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
