“The best food I’ve ever eaten.” She took a big bite and smiled broadly. “This is also why I haven’t quit working here.”
“You don’t have to work here to get my food,” Carson pointed out. “I can come over and cook for you.”
“You’d still come over to my house?”
“Why would I stop?”
“The risk of running into Edwin, for one.”
“It’s not like that. We’re going to see each other again. I think. I don’t know.” Carson dropped his head to the table. “I don’t know what to think.”
“Wow, you really like him, don’t you?”
Carson nodded, feeling more than a little miserable.
“Look, when I first started seeing Blake, he stood me up once. I felt horrible. I mean, what was wrong with me? Was I too fat? Was I too skinny? Did he hate my hair? Did he hate me? Did he think I was boring? How could I stand to show my face around him again?” She gently hit Carson’s arm. “You know what it was? His car broke down, and he spent the whole afternoon at the garage.”