“The BBQ lobster looks good,” she mutters, biting her finger. My eyes drift toward the seafood side of the menu finding the lobster. The price is a hard fifty bucks.
“That is expensive for a fucking bottom feeder,” I scoff eyeing her.
“I’m not buying. You are. Remember?” She closes her eyes and gives a bitch smile.
Instead of wanting to fuck her, I now want to strangle her.
“Nice.” I shake my head. I almost forgot how much fun the whole girlfriend thing was.
“We’ll call it a deal after you eye fucked me from across the room and then didn’t even have the nerve to compliment my dress,” she sasses.
“You look nice,” I state dryly, but in all fairness she does look fucking stunning.“Why thank you!” she show tunes like I complimented her all on my own accord.