Sitting at the corner table at Freddie's Breakfast Club, Keira and Nate were left alone by the waiter with two menus on the table.
Nate opened his menu and studied it. "What do you want to eat?"
"I don't know," she said, scanning the menu with keen eyes.
"Just order anything you want, darling, I'll pay–"Nate seemed to remember what she had said earlier." Oh, wait, it's your treat!"
She grew weary of the widening smile on his admittedly handsome face. "Don't you dare."
He scoffed, "What? I'm not doing anything."
"I know what you think, Nate."
"Perve," he sounded so offended, reeling away, that his plastic chair scrapped against the relatively clean floor. "Thinking about you and me doing the deed is one thing, but thinking about you knowing me and thinking about us doing the deed is another!"
She blanched, "Has anyone ever tell you how insane you are?"
