The fluorescent lights of "Burger Bliss" hummed a monotonous tune, doing little to elevate the ambiance of the fast-food grill. Austin fiddled with the straw of his orange juice, the condensation slick on his fingers. Jack, ever the picture of casual confidence, had already devoured half his double smash burger.
"Welcome! What would you like to order?" The clerk, a young woman with a name tag that read "Tiffany," had greeted them with practiced enthusiasm. "A double smash burger with cheese
Two teens, Jack and Austin, order from a local fast food restaurant. Jack notices Austin's romantic interest in someone sitting at a neighboring table, leading Jack to play wingman for Austin.
If you've ever asked yourself: "Am I going crazy?" The answer is usually "No." Crazy people don't realize that they're crazy; in their own minds, everything is perfectly rational.
There's so much meat, I'd think you would lose the tree in the forest.
Anyway, that's not what we had for dinner. Tonight, we had Pain Belge (a type of bread), Steak-frites, and asparagus Flamande. For dessert, some Liege-style waffles. It's meant to be a film watching party, of sorts.
We saw Young Hearts tonight, as a family.
Hey, Clo.
I made frangipane croissants for breakfast today.
(Well, technically, I prepared them yesterday. They only went into the oven earlier this morning.)