Capítulo 29: Chapter 29

"God, you are such a liar! I am not a fussy eater," I exclaim, giggling as I walk back into the motel room.

Tristan laughs as he closes the door behind us. "I'm pretty sure the waiter filled up a whole page on the way you wanted your pad thai served. And don't even get me started on that cocktail you ordered. Who asks for a different slice of fruit to go with the drink?"

"What's wrong with asking for a piece of orange instead of pineapple?"

"It was a pineapple drink. But then again, I shouldn't be surprised. You were fussy even back in high school."

I scoff loudly. "Was not!"

"Every time I was over for dinner, it would always be something. You needed to add salt, sugar, sauce. Meanwhile the men at the table were always nice and satisfied after every meal. But then your mum's the same way; the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Why do women always have to whine about something, huh?" he teases.