“Great. Well, then maybe you should go back to your ‘not date,’” Monroe said, flipping the menu over to the dinner selection. No one ever ordered dinner from Waffle Hut... “She looks like she misses you.” I brushed a piece of hair behind Monroe’s shoulder, focusing on her lips. “You’re hot when you’re angry, you know it?” “You’re full of shit, you know it?” “You should learn to take a compliment.” I snatched the menu out of her hands, and she took it right back.
