Big Slice
After our glorious meal at Big Slice I ordered a coffee because if it’s not nicotine I’m craving it’s caffeine. We started playing this game of gotcha where you hold out both your hand’s palms facing each others and I was the bottom set, sitting in the power seat I giggled watching how anxious he was - jittery hands and wide eyes. I was given the sweet taste of my childhood; playing this game with my dad except roles were reversed and we were usually at more extravagant eater.
I gottem I gottem I gottem Until he flinched rightfully, forcing me to forfeit the power over to him
Now I’m on a sugar rush with the sweetness of my memories. Giggling manifested its way into full blown hysteria that spread across the table and now it’s only us on this whole establishment. I’m squirming and screeching barely able to see his face through my squinted, tearing eyes but I heard the laughter and knew he was just as much a fool as I. Completely disregarding the coffee in between my elbows. Next think I hear is the sound of his palms slapping the top of my hands and the side of my coffee cup slapping the table top.
Suddenly I am hyper aware of how loud we were being due to the way the absence of our laughter made the room feel empty and hallow like hearing your own echo. I looked up at his face and felt like I was looking into a mirror, out eyes wide and jaws dropped. I looked across from our table to the more matured couple and met there eyes separately giving me the same annoyed yet boastful expressions - almost like saying “I knew that was going to happen”. I didn’t dare turn around to meet any other faces, but I knew there were staring.
We left a HUGE tip