We arrived at the restaurant a little over modestly, and we sat down at a table for two. I briefly looked over the menu because I didn't want to eat something whose name I will never be able to pronounce and chose a portion of spicy wings with fries and a Coke, while David ordered the cream of cauliflower soup . I expected him to say that the food I ordered is not healthy and to present me with another offer, but he was silent. The waiter took our order, and after he left, David put his hands together on the table, staring at me.
-Since when do you eat fries and spicy wings? You never liked this menu. How did you change as soon as you got to live alone?
And I, who thought that he would not challenge my decisions.
- I always liked this menu. I say shrugging.
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