His lips were quick to curl into a smile, letting out a bit of a chuckle. He appreciated her little quip; it was very adorable, actually. “It would definitely bring in some business– I might have to get you to advertise it, just exactly as you said it.”
Seeing the dishes there pile up was a very annoying experience; Brandon considered himself a very clean person, so watching himself slip up every once in a while wasn’t fun. Though, he had been having some issues with his dishwasher, hoping that one of his handy clients would come by and check it out for him. If he could make a deal before officially hiring a professional, he would. Even better– he would have done it himself, but pluming wasn’t really his forte.
“It does irk me– I just– I can’t even justify it. My dishwasher is busted right now, so I guess that’s an excuse. But after work, the last thing I want to do are my own dishes. Childish, I know, but–” He offered up a bit of a shrug.
A waiter slowly eased into view, greeting the two. Brandon just decided to go for his default, “May I just get a glass of water, and, um–” His eyes were quick to scan over the menu, just trying to find whatever the name was. “And the grilled veggie spinach wrap, please. With the sweet potato side, please.”
Sharon laughed, glad that even in her attempts to try and make sense, and it didn’t make sense regardless, but still, at least he found some hilarity in it. “You’d have to make them think it’s gonna be a lot more than they’d expect.”
“I- but doesn’t that just seem easier that you’d just not have to think about it?” She sighed lightly, “Can’t remember the last time I actually used a dishwasher, I should definitely think about at least breaking mine in.” It would save her time, maybe make her a little lazier, but in the grand scheme, it was better than nothing. And at least hers worked. “I get it though, you actually have to make an effort to do dishes and it’s kind of a lot of work.” She’d definitely felt that more times than less.
So much for remembering what she was ordering. Sharon gave the waiter a sheepish smile, “I’ll have what he’s having, assuming the sweet potato side is fries, yeah.”
