"Very well." The waiter grabbed the menu and also picked up mine before hustling off.
"You don't even know me. What if I'm a vegetarian?"
"I think you like meat in your mouth."
I gulped. "Excuse me?" God his words were suggestive. The restaurant suddenly felt stifling. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
"You heard me, Bee."
A shiver went down my spine. I just gaped at him.
"Well are you?"
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I was too distracted by his comment.
"Are you a vegetarian?" he asked.
"No."
"That's what I thought."