“I don’t like being forced on a diet,” I replied. “I love eating. I’ve been wanting to try everything in Nashville since the moment we arrived. I’ll photoshop every picture if it means I can finally eat a fucking waffle.” “Okay,” he said. “Then we’ll do that. Let’s get everything.” “You don’t have to do this with me, you know.” “I know,” he said, smiling down at me, “but I’ve been meaning to try the food here too.”
