She had to be shitting me. "Do you not like to cook?" I could appreciate that, but why not just order something to go at the end of the meal? Or I don't know, buy something at a later time when you weren't on a date.
Before Heather could respond, the waitress brought the boxes, which Heather promptly put to use. I watched in utter shock as she put every single bite of both appetizers into the Styrofoam containers. "Could you bring us some extra bread, too?" The waitress nodded and took off. She directed her attention back to me. "I'm starving. I hope they bring our entrees soon."
This girl was certifiably insane. I didn't have a clue how to respond. There were two plates of food sitting in take-out boxes she could dive right into that were on the table.
The wine arrived just after the
