"You lying asshole."
Christopher bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. April whirled around, looking ready to give him hell. A fuckuva lot of it.
"You said we were going to a restaurant."
"This is a restaurant," he immediately said.
Bristling with anger, April glanced around the room.
"Why aren't there any customers?" she demanded. "And why is there only one table?"
"This used to be a restaurant," he amended, holding back his laughter. "As you can see, it didn't fare well because customers can't exactly find this place, can they?"
April looked like she was about to explode. "How could they? When this is also in the middle of f*****g nowhere?"
He couldn’t hold it back even if he tried his hardest. He burst out laughing.
The restaurant was a small, beautiful house s
