Keno
Tight lip.
Stern face.
And a snarl that seemed to always accompany his every words as I sat there across him listening to him while he recited our orders to the waitstaff.
“How about him?”
I heard the middle aged wait staff who obviously seemed to be very familiar with Apollo asked and regarded him.
That was when I sat straight and looked at Apollo expectantly waiting for him to finally speak to me after all the times that we were in the car until we had to finally get off it and he didn’t even utter a single word directed to me.
But I was not able to hear him spoke.
Instead, he just gave me a bored look and looked back up at the wait staff.
“It’s okay. He didn’t know want to order anyway. Just have two of everything I ordered.”
The wait staff looked at me for approval to wh
