“No cheese fries? They’re so good here.” He shook his head to the waitress and handed over his menu. “Never tried them actually.” “What?” I laughed. “Blackwater, you don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll let you taste mine.” As I sipped my iced tea from the straw, I glanced over the rim to find the tiniest smirk quirking his lips. Then I realized what I’d said. “My fries, dipweed.” He settled back into the booth. “I’ll taste anything of yours that you’ll let me.”
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