Derek’s smile softens, becoming less sheepish, and then widens. “Couldn’t agree more,” he replies, although he’s a firm believer of everything in moderation. He leads her further into the parking garage - he had promised her parents that he’d make sure she got home safely - and to his truck. “Any place you’re craving?” he asks. “If you look one up, we can pick it up on the way back.”
“I’m honestly not that picky.
Where is your favorite spot?”
W hen it came to most food, Juliet was not picky. She loved
almost every different type of food. Pizza of course was one of
top favorites. Yet being put on the spot Juliet was unable to think
of a place to pick up a pizza while they were already out. That
was the thing about living in such a densely populated area. There
were always so many choices. so many places they could go too.