The slight smirk pricked like that unsuspecting needle prick. “Well?”

He inhaled like a long suffering sibling; adding that slow eye roll as he moved away; his hands tucked casually in his favorite worn jeans.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Flicking tone like ashes between us, he snorted, “You think I’m really going to discuss this? With you?” The smirk returned. “Are we hangry? We can stop at Ritter’s i...