Page 136 of So This Is War
“Jared will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Levi says, scanning the menu. “Hmm, I’m in the mood for a burger. What about you?” He glances up at me, and I find myself staring, confused that he can be so casual about this.
Glancing down at the menu, I try to rid my thoughts and not be awkward about this. “Umm, I’m kind of feeling a pasta dish.”
“Interesting. I thought you’d get a burger as well.”
“Why’s that?” I ask. “Think I like copying you, and I don’t have a mind of my own?” I use a teasing tone so he doesn’t think I’m serious.
“No, just seems like you like a lot of meat in your mouth.”
My jaw falls open as I stare at him blankly.
He chuckles. “Burger meat, Wylie.”
“That is so not what you meant, and you know it.”
He smirks. “Take it as you will.”
“Well, for your information, I like carbs, so therefore, it will be a pasta dish for me. This primavera looks good.”
He scratches the side of his head. “Or do I want tacos? I love a taco in my mouth.”
“There aren’t tacos . . .” I pause and look up at his grinning face. “Why are you the way that you are?” I ask.
“Why do I like tacos? Well?—”
I hold up my hand to stop him. “I meant . . . never mind.” I shake my head.
“Do you not like tacos?”
“No, I like tacos,” I say, “but I know tacos aren’t really what you’re talking about.”
He leans back in his chair. “And what exactly am I talking about?”
“You’re talking about the vagina?—”
“Uh, I can come back.”
I’m startled as our server steps up to our table, ready to take our order. My cheeks flame with embarrassment as Levisays, “Oh no, I think we’re ready. The lady will have the pasta primavera, and I’ll take the tacos.”
“Great. And to drink?”
Levi looks at me, but I’m still embarrassed about the vagina comment, so he says, “Water for both. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. I’ll put that right in.”
When the server leaves, Levi says, “Not sure where your mind is at, but I was really talking about the tacos.”
“I didn’t see tacos on the menu, and you knew he was coming up behind me, didn’t you? You made me say vagina to him.”
“Technically, it wasn’t to him. And it could have been worse. You could have said pussy. At least you used the scientific term. The classy version.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t think there’s any classy way to refer to the female genitalia.”
“Not true, you just said it. Female genitalia. Wow, nothing makes me harder than calling a delicious pussy the female genitalia. Talk about a turn-on.”
“Delicious?” I ask, brows raised.
