Chapter 4
Tristan poked at the piece of lean white chicken breast and dipped it in the ramekin of light barbecue sauce next to his plate. Cujo had just devoured his Fettucine Alfredo and was on his third piece of garlic bread.
“This food is awesome. Glad you brought me here,” Cujo said. “Have you tried their tiramisu? The picture on the menu I saw earlier is making me salivate just thinking about it.”
Tristan smiled. “I’m glad you like this place. It’s my favorite restaurant.”
“You sure? Because you’ve barely touched that chicken breast, and I already had the Italian wedding soup, the Alfredo, and I’m about to order dessert, once you’re done.”
“It is, believe me. I’m just enjoying the company,” Tristan said.
“Uh-huh.”
Tristan twirled the hair strand brushing against his ear. The way
