‘I don’t want to eat with Chris,’ Callan complained. ‘He yells at me if I have too many carbs.’
‘Then shouldn’t you take advantage of his absence and order whatever you like?’ Darya suggested.
‘You are right!’ Callan’s eyes lit up.
He reached for his phone. ‘I’m dying to sink my teeth into a juicy steak burger, one with real meat, not the fake soy stuff.’
‘Then I’d recommend The Market Grill. Their grass-fed beef burger is to die for. Also, don’t forget to order the house special pulled beef brisket.’
‘I’m already drooling!’
Darya left her brother to order a lunch loaded with grease and carbs.
She wondered if Chris would blow a casket when he saw his favourite singer wolf down a 1,000-calorie burger.
Forty-five minutes later, she pulled up outside a glass-and-chro
