The pizza delivery guy hands Luis one, two, no, six boxes of pizza. I frown as he crowds our table with it.
“What is this?” I ask. “You do know that I don’t have the money to pay you?”
“This is my treat. I reckon, since you’ll be away, you’ll be worried for your family’s food.”
“And you’re feeding them six boxes of pizza over the weekend?!” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
“We can eat as well before we drive to the resort.”
“With the six boxes of pizza?!” I repeat.
“Rhian, just accept it. It’s cheap and I hear people like it. I got the double-decker American cheeseburger. Cami says it's the best.”
I roll my eyes. “But we can’t eat six boxes!”
“You can eat it tomorrow. Put it in the refrigerator or something. Cami says it lasts for more than a day.”
“Are you seeing a ref in
