When Quinn thought about how she’d worked up that
appetite, she had to put her hand up to her mouth to stop from
giggling. She felt so happy. Happier than she’d been in years
and years. She picked up her menu instead of thinking about
how that feeling couldn’t last forever. Maybe it couldn’t
exactly, but with hard work and some ingenuity, it could grow
and change. Quinn decided to stick with thinking about that.
Looking forward, even if it was a scary, messy, haphazard sort
of direction.
She flipped up her menu and browsed it quickly. “Oh
my God, I see what you mean. Pizza fries. Quesadillas. Cherry
meatballs?”
“Pumpkin cheesecake…”
“Garlic sticks with parmesan cheese.”
“Peach pie.”
“We should just order it all.”
“Oh god. The portions look massive.” Dallas motioned
with her head to the table beside them where a couple who
looked like they were out on a date was eating. The lady had a
salad and the bowl took up half the freaking table. Her date
was working away at a massive steak.
“You’re right.” Quinn felt like giggling again. The
giddiness had to be happy bubbles. She felt like a giant bottle
of champagne, ready to bubble over if she was uncorked and
shaken. Or maybe it was just uncorked. Just went to show how
little she knew about champagne.
“Should we get two things and split it? And two
desserts.”
“We could order dessert first. They do look amazing.”
“Aren’t there rules about that?”