I looked over the menu again before replying, ‘I think I’ll have a cheeseburger and a vanilla shake.’
Wade pulled a face, ‘Vanilla?’ he asked in disgust.
‘Yes, what’s wrong with vanilla?’ I demanded with a frown.
‘Well, it’s just basically ordering thick milk isn’t it, you should at least have a flavour’ the bad boy shrugged.
‘I have got a flavour’ I growled back, suddenly annoyed, ‘vanilla! Milk does not taste like vanilla.’
‘It basically does’ Wade retorted, his grin growing, before waving a hand, ‘fine, fine, 2 cheeseburgers, 1 peanut butter milkshake and one atrocity to cows coming up’ he sighed as he stood up.
Sticking my tongue out at him I ducked back behind my menu, looking over the desserts just in case I had room. Hearing the chair across from me scrape back, I looked up re
