“I said I want you there. That’s not intruding. Do you already have plans with your family?”
“Liam’s heading to his new girlfriend’s place, my mom is going on a cruise—her first vacation in years—and Zoe is spending time with her family. So, no. I was planning to pig out on the couch and surf Black Friday deals, maybe see you the day before or after.”
“You’re doing Thanksgiving with the Hastings then.”
“It’s settled.”
Marshmallow grunts and curls into himself on his bed.
“So, we going in to grab grub or what?” I ask.
“I have that covered already.”
Not even two seconds later, there’s a knock on his window. Zach clicks the button and the smell of pizza wafts into the car.
“Um…” A guy holding a pizza box bends down, face peering into the car. He flicks his gaze to me and then to Marshmallow. “Right. Um, there’s a delivery to this car?”
“Yep. I ordered two drinks, ranch, and extra napkins too.”
“All right here.”
The delivery guys balances a bag on top of the box and slides it through the open window before handing over the drink carrier.
Zach grabs the outstretched pizza and drinks and hands over a few bills. “Thanks, man. Keep the change.”
The kid stands there, dumbfounded. He scratches his head, looking from the receipt to Zach and back a few times before finally shrugging and trudging away.
Zach clicks the window back up and removes the drinks from the carrier, placing them in the car’s cup holders. He then digs around in the bag, pulling out the napkins and ranch.
“Good, they gave us enough ranch.” Opening the box, he holds it my way. “Chow time.”
“You seriously had a pizza delivered to the car as we sit in the parking lot of their establishment?”
“What? I can’t take Marshmallow inside to eat, so I had to do what I had to do.”
I shake my head and sigh. “How can you be so cute and so weird at the same time?”
He shrugs. “It’s a gift of mine. Now, help me eat this pizza.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
I grab a slice, devouring it in a few bites. “Holy shit, thisisthe best pizza ever.”
“I told you so. Try it with ranch. I had them give me two different kinds.”
“You and your ranch obsession…” I wiggle my fingers his way. “Gimme.”
We sit there chowing down on the pizza, nearly finishing the whole thing off before finally declaring we’re full.
“I can’t eat another bite,” I groan.
“I can, but I don’t want to be that fat kid that eats the entire pizza with his girlfriend staring at him like he’s a chub monster.”
Girlfriend.
I know we decided we were officially dating and all that, but we’ve yet to speak those words out loud.
“Is that how you’ll introduce me to your parents? As your girlfriend?”
