“That will be $22.95." He held out a hand, and this time she laughed, the full, delightful belly chuckle he remembered from the past.
"How about I buy you dinner when we get to the Shark Tank instead?" she offered.
"I don't believe that's on our dating plan, Ms. Patel." He pulled out his phone. "Let me see... Hmm. It appears that we've already crossed off the dinner option."
Daisy shrugged. "If you don't like their roast beef sandwiches..."
"With horseradish?"
"And beer."
Liam stroked his chin as if considering. "Double order of fries?"
"Each."
"And for dessert?" he asked.
"Fried Oreos, of course."
He tucked away his phone. "For you, I'm willing to go 'off plan.”