“Smart,” I muttered. I unzipped the top and folded it back.
“Everything we need should be in the bag.”
I pulled out two rectangular plastic containers and set them on the table. “If this is fettuccini alfredo, I am going to cry.” I pried off the lid of one of the containers and sighed.
“Well?” he laughed. “Are you crying?”
“Not yet, but it is fettuccini alfredo,” I laughed. I took the lid off the other containers and grabbed the forks out of the cooler. “Do you think you can manage to eat this?”
“If you would have asked me that yesterday, I would have said no, but I can make out where the container is.” He reached out his hand and grabbed the container. I put a fork in his other hand, and he sat back.
“I should probably wear a bib, but I’m too hungry to wait another minute.”
“Same,” I muttered. I twirled a bunch of noodles around my fork and shoved them into my mouth.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before we both had satisfied our hunger.
“Has Meg ever thought about opening a restaurant?” I asked. “Or even just coming to my house every night to cook me dinner?”
Easy chuckled and shook his head. “She’s always said she wouldn’t want to own a restaurant because then it wouldn’t be fun to cook. And she would have to make people what they want even when she wouldn’t be in the mood to cook.”
“She has a point.” I had worked at a restaurant the first year I was in college, and it was not fun. I figured out really quickly that I was on the right path regarding what I wanted to do with my life.
“So, she sticks to cooking for the club, and we all eat it. With Bristol around, she’s upped her game which surprised up all because we thought she was already an amazing cook.”
“Well,” I sighed, “this food in front of me proves that she kicks ass in the kitchen.”
I managed to finish my container and set it in the bag.
“How was work today?” Easy asked.
“Uh, it was fine.” I didn’t want to talk about work. I was trying not to let Aaron Gibbs being here ruin the rest of my night.
I was saving that for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I would try to figure shit out.
“Were you in the ER?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was busy once I got back down there. I’m one of those crazy people who likes when it is busy because it helps the day go by faster.”
Easy finished his food and handed me the container. “How much do I have on my face and shirt?”
I dropped the container in with mine and grabbed a napkin. “You did pretty well.” I handed him the napkin. “Though you do have a smear of sauce by your lips.”
He wiped his mouth and shook his head. “You know my game is off when my date has to help me wipe my mouth.”
I rolled my eyes and sat back. “Is this a date?” I asked.
“I know it’s not the Ritz Carlton, but the food is just as good.”
“Are you saying if you weren’t in the hospital, you would have taken me to some fancy restaurant?”
“Hell no,” Easy laughed. “I just figured that was the type of date you would normally go on.”
I scoffed and shook my head. “Hardly, Easy. Though I can’t remember the last date I went on, I can tell you that it was not fancy.”
“That’s reassuring. I thought for sure I was crashing and burning.”
