120 A Run in Over Lunch

Martin holds the door open for me when we enter the restaurant. “Sorry, it’s not nicer,” he says apologetically. “But no reservation and we’re in a rush, right?”

“Nicer?” I ask, looking around. It looks nice enough to me. I’m not the biggest fan of fancy restaurants.

Noah actually laughs. “Eden would happily eat food off a food stall.”

He’s not exactly wrong… I’m definitely not a fussy eater. It’s hard to be fussy when you can’t cook to save your life.

A waitress leads us to a table in the centre of the bustling restaurant. Noah, always the gentleman, holds out my chair for me before sitting down next to me. He takes my hand in his as the waitress gives us each a menu.

I’m not really hungry so I skim the menu without really seeing it. It seems strange to even think about eating when things are such a mess.

“What can I get you?” the waitress asks and the guys both wait for me to place my order first.