Until my very manly boss comes back carrying two overflowing trays of food. I’m talking, enough to feed a soccer team. He sees me eyeing the pile. “I didn’t know what you liked.” “So you ordered everything on the menu?” I demand, mostly joking… until I see a guilty flicker in his eyes. My mouth drops open. “You actually ordered everything on the menu?” He ducks his head as he sits. “Not everything.” “What did you leave out?” “The side order of refried beans.”