Chapter 288: Act Like Children
Avery turns to look across the room at Evan. He's sitting with the escort near a window and scowling at a crystal glass filled with a lime green liquid. A small white flag hangs off the side of the cup.
"I believe Mr. Howel has been served a limeade," the waiter says. "It's especially sour."
Andrew laughs loudly and raises his juice toward Evan in a toast. Evan ignores him and downs the sour drink in a single swallow. Avery turns to look at Andrew and rolls her eyes.
"Jackson may be a pain in my ass, but he has a great sense of humor," Andrew says. "The white flag represents Evan's surrender, and the drink is as sour as defeat."
"You don't need to explain it to me," Avery says with a sigh. "I understood the joke. It wasn't especially subtle."
Andrew seems to be in too good a mood to care. He flips through the menu, smiling to himself. Finally, he tosses the booklet down on the table and smiles at Avery.