Dan POV:
"Should we get chocolate or strawberry?" Kyle asks, examining the menu of the small cafe.
"Chocolate for sure." I say, reminding Kyle of my slight chocolate addiction.
"I called it!" Kyle exclaims, making somebody from another table give us a strange look. Will hands Kyle five pounds.
"I'm very predictable if you haven't noticed." I remark.
Kyle gasps. "Really?" He whisper shouts sarcastically.
Will rolls his eyes. "I didn't think I'd be third wheeling this much."
"Apologies!" I say, hoping Kyle and I aren't annoying him too much.
"It's fine." Will assures us. "I'll go place our order." He gets up from his side of the booth and approaches the counter.
"So." Kyle says, breaking the silence.
"So." I reply in the same tone of voice.
"I was reading this article about a guy who spray paints dicks around potholes to make the government fill them in." Kyle says, attempting to start an interesting conversation.
I burst out laughing. "That's brilliant! I worship this guy!" I laugh, hitting my head on the back of the booth.
"So far it's working." Kyle adds.
Will returns with our milkshake and his Coca Cola.
"That was rather quick." Kyle says, opening his straw from one end.
"Don't you do it!" I yell as Kyle aims his straw at me. In a matter of seconds, a very chilling Kyle will attempt to shoot his straw wrapper at me. Before I can roll my eyes, it hits me square in the nose. Kyle laughs loudly. "Every damn time..." I mutter
"I'm sorry babe..." Kyle whispers shamefully, even though he doesn't mean it one bit.
Once I open my straw properly, Kyle and I start on the milkshake. This race is quite intense. Loud slurping fills the restaurant as well as the occasional quiet shriek from a brain freeze.
"Kyle seems to have blocked Dan's straw- he has the upper hand!" Will says in an announcer voice. "Dan has freed his straw and is now challenging Kyle-Kyle has now seized the entire milkshake. What a dick."
"Hey!" Kyle yells unceremoniously. He continues to look concerned and offended as he competitively drinks the milkshake. With Will's commentary occasionally making Kyle or me snort with laughter, which delays the milkshake drinking, by the time our order is called out, we have barely finished our milkshake.
Will gets up to claim our tray of food, and we all dig in to our meals.
"Oh my god!" Kyle yells, dropping his chip on the table. "Very hot!"
"Why are you talking in third person?" I ask him, attempting to wink.
Kyle gives me a look that reads "Why do I even bother with you anymore." And continues to eat his food, but still eyeballing me awkwardly, possibly wishing death.
