Page 111 of Pucking Matt
The lady asks with a pen and pad, “Ready to order?”
We place our orders and set up our coffees.
I mutter, “I’m not giving you my social security number, you psycho.”
He takes a sip of his coffee and says, “Your Starbucks order.”
I laugh, grabbing my phone to type it. “Okay. Your favorite childhood memory.”
“Easy,” he says as he taps on his phone. “My turn. Where are you from?”
I drop my phone on the table in shock at how boring that is. “That is such a dumb question.”
“What do you mean?” he asks with a smile.
“We are from the same place. Ask me a real question.”
“How do you take your eggs?”
I pick up my phone and say, “You realize we just got our coffees, you ask me what my coffee order is at Starbucks. And then now you’re asking me how I like my eggs?”
The waitress comes over and drops off our food in front of us. “Can I get anything else for you two?”
I shake my head, watching Matt. He shakes his head. “Thank you,” we say and then she walks away.
“Real original,” I mouth to him.
“Write down your answer,” he says. “And it’s your turn to ask me a question.”
“What is Matthew Pearson’s problem?”
I jot down my answer, shaking my head.
“What is your favorite candy?” he asks. His questions revolve around food, but maybe this will be good to know for later. “I got another one,” he says. “What do you like to do in your free time.”
“That’s finally a mature question. Kudos.”
He winks. “I knew you’d like that one.”
“How many people have you slept with?” I ask.
He stares blankly at the table and then types on his phone.
We both put our phones down as we take a bite of our food. He has chicken and waffles, and I have the classic bacon and eggs with hashbrowns.
“Favorite holiday,” I mutter, nodding. That’s a good one.
He picks up his phone to write it down and then he says, “One more question and then we’ll hit send.”
“Okay,” I agree because I want to eat my food.
“What’s your type?”
Our eyes connect for a moment, and I have to inhale the snicker I feel in my chest.
He puts his phone down and says, “I hit send.”
I press the button and send him my answers.
