Chapter Seventeen: Picnic Date II

“Alright let's eat” I agreed, letting my concerns lurk around. I dished out two plates and silver wears from the basket and helped myself to the salad and rice and some grilled chicken he had gotten, he soon joined in, smiling at every bite. “These are good, did you cook this?” I asked, savoring every bite. “Of course not, I got them from a food truck, they are the best.” Evans replied, “I am horrible in the kitchen.” "Oh I see, maybe I should show you some skills I have up my sleeves, you’d be a professional once I'm done. I taught Thomas,” I stopped as soon as his name fell out feeling awkward that I had called his name in between our conversation. “It's okay if you can talk about him.” "No, I don’t think I should.” "It's alright,” He tapped my shoulder. We had more of the rice till there was no crumb left. Then the ice-cold smoothie was next, before he opened the bottle of red wine and poured some of it in two wine cups before handing one to me. “Thank you,” He did not