Once Noah had proved a point that I couldn't lift the box we headed to the mall and found a good steakhouse to eat in. We sat down and we were handed the menu. I look down at the menu and my heart dropped at the prices, I peeked over at Noah who seemed to have decided what he wanted to eat. s**t, this is too expensive.
"Logan." he softly called out.
"Yes?" I squeaked.
"Don't mind the prices. It's fine, just choose whatever you want to choose." he smiled.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure." he said.
I looked back down at the menu and my stomach grumbled loudly as I looked at the food.
"I decided..." I finally said.
Noah called over the waiter and ordered a wagyu steak, while I had the rib eye steak. He even ordered some side dishes like corn, mashed potatoes, and steamed
