Chapter 161

"If there is a more perfect food than pizza, I don't know what it is." Ryan leaned back in his chair, more relaxed than Hannah had ever seen him, though he still had that watchfulness that told her he'd noticed every single patron and employee of Speakeasy Pizzeria and cataloged their position.

"I would like to submit tacos to that category. But it would be a pretty close race." She eyed the last slice of pizza. Would eating it make her look like a glutton?

"It's all yours. I inhaled more than my fair share."

Taking him at his word, she grabbed it up, wondering if this was supposed to be a date.