Page 170 of How to Lose at Love

“You’re my witness, hand to God.” He kisses two fingers and lifts them skyward.

More drama.

Winnie:

Yes Ben is here, NO he’s not happy. He has to use the GRILL himself and it’s hilarious. I don’t think he has a clue what he’s doing.

Kyle:

No shit he doesn’t know what he’s doing, the man hasn’t lifted a finger in that place.

Kyle’s fingers are tap-tapping away on his cell phone screen.

Kyle:

Maybe he’ll appreciate me more instead of taking me for granted.

Winnie:

You’re his employee. It’s not taking you for granted.

I glance over at him. “She’s not wrong.”

Kyle glares. “Hush.”

Kyle:

Were there any rumblings of firings? Ryann or me?

Winnie:

I mean, he’s pretty pissed, but there are like, three other servers here now and he’s trying to figure out how not to burn the burgers…

Kyle:

Tell him NOT to press down on the hamburger patty, it’ll make them dry!

Winnie:

I’m NOT telling him anything! Why would I remind him that the chef is gone?

Kyle:

I’m a line cook, not a chef.

I look at Kyle again. “Do you have to say that every single time we bring it up?”

“Obviously.” He purses his lips.

When I set my phone in the center console cupholder and sink into the seat on the passenger side, it occurs to me I barely know Kyle at all. Is he still a student, or has he already graduated?

“What’s your major anyway?” This is the most we’ve ever sat and chatted. I have no idea what his deal is or what he’s got going on in his personal life.

“Performing arts.”

Shocking. “How did I not know that?”

He shrugs. “Same reason I have no idea what your major is.”

---