“Shall I pick for you?” he laughed seeing the look on her face.
“Uh yeah thank you.” She said laughign a bit, she wasn’t that good at picking thigns
He looked through and decided on both of their meals. When the waiter came back over he told him and he quickly scribbled it down before scurrying away once more. “So, do you like working for Reaver?”
“Well… it keeps him from teling my Dad what I’m up to, but apart from the fancy food I don’t like it very much. He’s a bit.” She waved her hands trying to think of a word, “… well hard to get alogn with. He finds my lack of everything to be funny.”