CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“No, its her favorite dish,” he casted a confused, almost unbelieving look at me. That is not even what hurt the most about this entire ordeal. It was the undeniable fact that eggplant was Lucy’s favorite and she loved it baked just like how he had ordered it. You know what was even funny? Its because they were not remotely close back then. So it made me wonder how he could easily remember her favorite dish and how she liked it but he couldn’t remember how I’d go crazy at the mere sight of honey garlic pork chops. Usually I’d take them with fried rice but a few times I’d substituted the rice for cheesy garlic roasted asparagus.
“Its Lucy’s favorite,” I pointed out, summoning the waiter.
“What? I…fuck! I’m so sorry, Jazz. I was really sure that it was yours and n
