Page 92 of Pucking Matt
“Just friends,” Matt mutters. “I’ll take exactly what she’s having. It sounds good.”
“You got it, man.”
I slide to the checkout as Matt rolls up behind me. “I’ll take care of it.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Amber, I got it.”
“My treat,” I challenge.
“No.”
I turn to him. “Dinner here was my idea.”
“I want to pay.”
“I have a full-time job. Two jobs.”
Matt laughs. “Excuse me, I work part-time.”
“You’re a college student. I have a salary. I can afford it.”
He shoves me to the side. “Now, I’m definitely paying.” He throws his card at the cashier. “Charge my card.”
I turn to her and say, “Don’t you dare charge that card.” I attempt to shove my card into the slot as Matt nudges me to the side. He blocks the opening with his hand as he smiles at me.
“Excuse me,” the cashier girl says. We look at her. “I can charge you separately.”
“No,” we both say.
“Okay. You need to figure it out without pushing each other.”
When I look up, Matt’s arms are under mine, and I’m trying with every ounce of me to push him away.
“Fine,” I say, standing straight. “I can talk. Matt, you’re not paying for my dinner.”
“Amber, you’re not paying for either of our dinners.”
The kid who made our tacos says to me, “Let your friend treat you to dinner.”
“See,” I say, turning to Matt.
The kid says, “No, let the guy be a gentleman and pay for you.”
Matt raises a brow at me and then turns to the cashier. “Charge my card.”
“Wait,” I say to the cashier. I step to Matt, close the distance between us, and look him in the eye. “Please,” I sound like I’m begging. “This is my treat. You can get it next time.”
“Dessert?” he asks, staring at me. I can smell the mint in his mouth. That’s a sign he’s thinking about kissing too, right? “After this?”
I look at his mouth. Is there a mint in there? “I have a lot of work to do,” I mutter.
“You can get it done after dessert.”
“Fine.” I turn to the cashier. “Give him his card back. I’m paying.”
“For both orders?” she asks.
