#Chapter7
/"Is that all?/" The man behind the counter asked in a bored tone.
/"You know what change, the diet coke to a sprite./" Katy scans the menu.
/"Katy you've been ordering for fifteen minutes, there are people waiting for us!/" I scold her.
/"I'm done!/"
Behind us, you can hear people sighing and mumbling 'finally.' She turns around and glares at the other people in line.
/"Come on, let's go sit down,/" I suggest.
Katy grabs her chicken sandwich, fries, and Sprite off the counter and carries her tray with her chin up high. We pick a table by the fountain in the middle of the food court and sit down.
/"Are you sure you don't want to go back to Victoria Secret?/" Katy asks while munching on her fries.
/"I'm sure,/" I grumble for the thousandth time.