“You wouldn’t understand, Bauer,” she says. “It just made me think of something, and the something that it made me think of was funny.”
She’s right, I don’t get it.
“Chicks,” I mutter under my breath, but still loud enough for her to hear.
“I know.” She shrugs her shoulders. “What are you gonna do?”
“Well, I’m not going to have one in my life, I can tell you that.”
“I guess we’ll see about that,” she says laughing once more.
“Are we going to lunch or not? I’m hungry,” I grumble.
“Yes, let’s go.”
We head out to the parking lot where the lunch truck typically parks. And it’s not until we are halfway to the lunch spot that I realize I didn’t even check out her ass as I was walking behind her.