He sauntered to the counter. <i> “What can I do for you?” </i><br />The red bandana he wore held back the hair that typically covered his eyes. I loved his eyes. Chocolate-brown, full of mischief and a spark ready to light the world on fire. <i> “Can I have a glass of water, please?” </i> And please let it be free.<br />“Is that it?” <br />My stomach growled, loud enough for Noah to hear. <i> “Yep, that’s it.” </i><br />He fixed me a glass and handed it to me. <i> “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a burger? A nice thick burger on a toasted bun with salty fries on the side?” </i><br />I sucked on my straw, gulping the ice water down. Funny, water didn’t give me that warm, fuzzy, full feeling like a burger and fries would. <i> “I’m fine, thank you.”<br />“Suit yourself. You see that nice-looking piece of meat right there?” </i> He motioned to the patty frying. The aroma made my mouth water.