“Right, so why ask me?” He smirked. His smirk was too cute, really, and sometimes I hated him for it. Not to mention he seemed endlessly amused at my expense.
“Thought maybe you’d go against your usual.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never had it here. Might be the best ever.”
I glanced around the restaurant. “Somehow I doubt that.” I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “Denver omelet or Denver potato pancakes?”
“Go with the potato pancakes.”
The waitress arrived, and we gave our orders. Zach was drinking espresso, and it looked thick as mud.
“How is that?”
“Eh. Acceptable.”
I lifted my cup to my mouth and took a sip. “Why are you so grumpy, anyway?”
He tapped his fingers against the table. “It’s not exactly an occasion to be cheerful, is it? It’s not like we’re here for Disneyland.”
“I know. You just seem extra surly this morning. Is it because I came with you?”
“Back to the dramatics, I see.”