"I bet I do."
~~~
The atmosphere of the Five Guys downtown always gets me going. The smell of grease and faint sizzle of the fryers never fails to put me in a good mood. It never fails to make me feel like a true American, either. Going to Five Guys with my friends, though, is what I live for.
"I would've suggested something nicer, but I knew you wouldn't have it any other way than this." Brendon says as we enter the restaurant.
"Is this bad?" I question him.
"No, no, I don't mind. But no one could love this place as much as you do."
"That is true." I laugh, pushing my thick wavy hair out of my face as we approach the counter.
Brendon places our order and slings an arm over my shoulder. I tense up at the gesture out of nerves and he removes it immediately.
"Sorry," he apologizes as we sit down at one of the tall tables to wait for our food.
"No, no, you just surprised me, that's all."
He chuckles and shrugs. "So Elliot..."
"So Brendon..." I giggle.
"About earlier-" Brendon is cut off as our order number is called. "I'll tell you later," he offers as he stands up to grab our food.
~~~
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