"Are you hungry?" Damien asked, guiding her to the sprawling leather couch that dominated the corner of his office. "I could have the chef from Le Ciel send up a tasting menu."
Aria flopped onto the couch, kicking off her fuzzy slides. She looked at him with a pout.
"Damien, nooooo. I want grease. I want salt. I want food that comes in a bag."
Damien sat down next to her, loosening his tie. "A bag?"
"Fast food," Aria clarified. She pulled out her phone and opened a delivery app. "Have you eaten today?"
"I had an espresso at six a.m.," Damien admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Okay, so, no," Aria muttered, scrolling. "Okay. We have options. Pizza? Burgers? Or fried chicken that claims to be from Kentucky but is spiritually from heaven?"
Damien leaned over to look at her screen, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "I have never eaten any of those things."
Aria froze. She turned to look at him. "You've never had a cheeseburger? From a drive-thru?"
