Chapter Nine: Relaxing Brunch - Gabriella

I lean back in my chair just as the waitress walks over and places what I can only describe as a plate of grass in front of Derrick who smiles and thanks her.

“What can I get you to eat or drink?” she asks me, but my eyes are focused on the monstrosity in front of Derrick.

“What is that?” I ask him.

“My lunch?”

“Yes, but what IS it?” I ask in horror.

“It’s s salad,” he asks in bewilderment.

“No, no, no. That is not a salad. That is food for sheep and people who do yoga, and you are neither a sheep nor someone who does yoga.” I turn my attention to the waitress, “I will have the eggs benedict with extra bacon on the side, and he will have the same,” I instruct with a broad smile.

“Umm…” she drawls hesitantly, probably thinking I’m a controlling bitch.

“I will also give you a thirty-dollar tip.”

“Two eggs benedict with extra bacon coming right up,” she says brightly before dashing downstairs to the kitchen.

“Gabriella,” Derrick sighs.

“Don’t go saying my name with that exaspe