Page 75 of A Pizza My Heart

And why do I want him to do it again?

Slice Twelve

Foster

“You figured it out.”

I grin over at Wren, mydate.

God, it still feels so fucking weird to know I’m out on a real date with her.

Well, it’s a real fake date, but it’s a date nonetheless. I’m just going to focus on that, not the technicalities of it all.

“Took a minute, but I got it.”

She flits her eyes to the shirt I’m wearing. “I see you dressed appropriately as well.”

I smother a laugh. “What can I say? I’m a predictable guy.”

She dips her hand into the small purse she has slung around her shoulder and pulls out three pieces of candy.

“Three?”

She nods. “For figuring out the location, the shirt, andthe…hmm…let’s go withanticipationyou created on the porch. Good move.”

Right. A move—because I’m supposed to be practicing.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Pushing the annoyance aside, I tug the door open and wave her inside. “After you.”

“We don’t actually have to go in, you know.”

“Bullshit we don’t. Get your ass inside, Daniels.”

“You’re seriously going to make me eat at my place of employment for a date?”

“Yes. Now in.”

“I’m docking points for this.”

“That’s fine. I’m sure things were going a little too well anyway. Gotta keep it realistic.”

She huffs but brushes past me nonetheless, a smirk begging to break out.

I follow closely behind her—probably too close if I’m being honest—my hand going to her waist as she comes to a sudden stop in front of me.

“What the…”

Her eyes are trained on the corner of the restaurant where a giant wall of taped-together pizza boxes blocks off an entire booth. There’s an archway cut out for a server to come and go through, but the space is narrow, just the perfect size for someone small to slip in. Other than that, it’s completely closed off.

“What is this?”

“Exactly what it says it is.”

“Private seating. We don’t have real private seating, so here’s this ugly stack of boxes. Yo, Simon, you should get some private seating,” she reads aloud, laughing. “I can’t believe my dad let you put this up.”

“It didn’t take much convincing, to be honest.”

“What’d you tell him?”

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