“Let’s have pizza,” Rich suggested, knowing fully that she hated anything that even hinted at cheese or Italian.
“We could do Chinese. I could really fancy some kung pao prawns,” Sarah said.
I bet that’s not the only thing she’s fancying right now, Rich said snidely in his own mind. “No, we had Chinese last week,” he said allowed.
“Well, I really can’t face pizza, it’s always too greasy and you know I hate basil and oregano.”
Well to bad, Rich thought. You can’t possibly hate it any more than you throwing yourself at Will Dayton at the party last night. “Hmm, let’s just stay in and have sandwiches then.”
“But there’s nothing here for sandwiches except cheese, and I already said I don’t want cheese or pizza,” she replied. “Besides it’s date night. We really should go out.”
“Where then if not Pizza or Chinese?”
“We could just go clubbing and snack as we go,” she suggested.
Just so you can chat up more guys, Rich thought. “Okay, sounds good,” he said after a pause. Two can play at this flirting game, he thought with aflush of excitement.