When Evie excuses herself to use the ladies’ room, I flag down the waitress and order another large pizza to go.
My phone dings, alerting me of a text. Tugging it from my pocket, I glance at the screen to see my mom’s name.
I made some stifado if you want to stop by.
I smile.
That’s nice of you, but I can feed myself.
Agóri mou, I know how busy you are.
Not too busy to eat. lol.
I love you.
I love you too.
Evie drops into her chair once more. “Everything okay?” she asks.
“Yeah. My mom was texting me.”
She arches one eyebrow. “Your mom?”
“Yep.”
“Are you a momma’s boy, Darius?” Her lips curve.
“Maybe.” I flash her a grin. “Actually, I’m close with my entire family.”
“That’s nice. Do you have siblings?”
“I have two brothers and a sister. They’re all older than me.”
“Uh oh, the baby of the family,” she says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re the spoiled child.”
“Ha. I got all the hand me downs and my siblings beat the snot out of me until I got bigger than them all.”
She rolls her eyes. “Poor baby. It sounds horrible.”
“You have no idea.”
“I don’t know, I think I’d like having a big family.”
“Are you an only child?”
She nods. “I am. There was no one else besides me to disappoint my parents.”
“I can’t imagine you being a disappointment to them.”
“I was a rebellious teenager and, unfortunately, no matter how much time passes, they never let me forget it.”
“Aren’t most teenagers rebellious?”
“Not according to my parents.”