“Chinese or Mexican?” She pulls her bag over her shoulder, turning away. “The list is in your email. Try and look it over before Thursday if you have a chance, okay?” Thursday. This chick pisses me off. I cross my arms, widen my stance, and stare at her. She looks from me to my feet and back. “Don’t be difficult.” A slow smirk spreads across my face, and yet another deep sigh escapes her. Her shoulders drop an inch.
