“The car. It’s stopped.”
“Oh.” Hannah sat back and blinked a few times, then looked outthe window. “Oh. We’re here.”
“And where is here?”
“Just the best burger in the whole state. Maybe the country.”
“And they serve it in a motorcycle shop?”
“Nope.” Hannah unbuckled her seatbelt and grinned up at me. “They serve itnext tothe motorcycle shop.”
My eyes followed the direction she pointed to, straight to the large, paneled truck parked beside the shop, the wordsDrive-thrupaintedon its side in a faux neon sign motif. A crowd of easily fifty or more loitered in the parking lot.
We were eating dinner outside. In a parking lot.
From a truck.
“Hope your brought your appetite. Their burgers are to die for!”
I couldn’t recall a single time I’d ever eaten a meal in a parking lot. This definitely qualified as a new experience. I just hoped the only thing standing betweenme and more alone time with Hannah wasn’t a bout of food poisoning.
Hannah must’ve read my less-than-thrilled expression because she rolled her eyes. “Come on, Luc. Live a little. I didn’t take you for such a prissy date.”
Hell, with a challenge like that, I couldn’t back down. “Quoi? I didn’t say a thing. Let’s go eat some of your…parking lot food. It sounds lovely.”
Judging from Hannah’sexpression, my smile looked about as fake as it felt. But she just shook her head, then hopped out of the SUV.
The last thing I heard before I left the vehicle was Étienne’s muffled laughter as he tossed out a“Bon appétit.”
