I shook my head on instinct, but my stomach chose that exact moment to growl.
Despite everything, a small laugh escaped my lips.
Easton smiled.
“I'll take that as a yes.”
I huffed.
“A little... now that you mention it.”
A few minutes later, Easton pulled the Camaro up in front of a small Chinese restaurant. When we sat down by a window, I realized I was still looking at him every few seconds.
The place was small, cozy, and very pleasant. The furniture was red and black, and the tables were made of bamboo wood. Shortly after we sat down at a table by the window, a girl around my age approached and smiled at Easton.
“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked without taking her eyes off him.
“A Coke,” he said, barely paying attention to her.
“I'd like an iced tea,” I said.
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