Never Satisfied

Alexander Hamilton- Aaron Burr, Sir

I sat down at the booth at What's The Scoop? Ice Cream. I saw Eliza coming with her sisters.
"Hey!" Eliza greeted me.
"Hey!" I greeted the three of them.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Eliza said sheepishly.
"No. I just got here." I reassured her.
"Peggy and I will leave you to it! C'mon, Peggs." Angelica and Peggy walked over to a table near the counter.
I saw Eliza staring over my shoulder. "What is it?"
"Oh my gosh, this is awkward." Eliza said nervously.
"What?"
"So, Aaron's sitting at that table. He asked me out earlier."
"Oh, God." I said. "Wanna move?"
"No, thanks. That'll draw attention to ourselves." Eliza rightly pointed out.
"Hello, you two! I'm Sierra, I'm going to be your server! What are your names?" A waitress approached our table.
"I'm Eliza. This is Alexander." Eliza responded.
I felt eyes on my back.
I turned.
Aaron Burr was staring at us.
"What would you like to drink?" Sierra asked.
"Strawberry lemonade, please." Eliza declared.
"Coke." I decided.
"Okay!" Sierra went over to Angelica and Peggy were sharing a table.
I turned back around. Aaron was starin'. See what I did there?
"Well, if it isn't Aaron Burr, sir!"
"Hi, Aaron." Eliza looked down.
"Hey." Aaron said quietly.
Sierra came back with our drinks. "Hi! Do we know what we're having?"
"May I please have a BLT, lightly toasted on white, with no mayonnaise and a side of fries and pickle, please?" Eliza asked.
"Of course! And you?"
"Double bacon cheeseburger, cooked medium rare, with a side of onion rings and a pickle, please." I answered.
"It'll be right out!" Sierra left to go take the orders of Angelica and Peggy, who were happily sipping a root beer and a lemonade.
Aaron finished his lunch and left the restaurant once he paid. Eliza and I had a long, wonderful conversation.
"Hi! I have your food!" Sierra exclaimed happily.
"Thank you!" Eliza was very happy and very hungry.
"Thanks." I smiled. Sierra left us.
Eliza and I both enjoyed our food very much. Everything was perfect. When we cleared our plates, Sierra took our ice cream orders.
"Black raspberry with chocolate sauce, rainbow sprinkles, and whipped cream, please." Eliza said.
"Death by chocolate with hot fudge, hot caramel, and Oreo, please."
"Coming right up!"
It came right up.
We devoured our ice cream.
"I'll pay." I said.
"No, I will."
"No, I will."
"No, I will."
"No, I will."
This went on until we decided to split it evenly, including the tip.
We left, feeling satisfied.
And then, we ran into John Laurens.