Jack In The Box
The waitress interrupted our conversation, she was cheerful than usual and her eyes lingered on Ezra longer than necessary.
"Two grilled cheese sandwiches, two cheeseburgers, a large dynamite fries with extra cheese, chicken wings dipped in hot sauce, one Blueberry pie milkshake and a Diet Coke, please."
"That will be all," Flint said closing the menu.
Ezra stared at him in confusion. "Aren't you getting anything?"
"I think all that would be enough for the four of us," Flint said in a matter of fact way.
Ezra shook his head. "That's my order. And I don't share."