along with my dad.”
“I wish my father would have had someone helping him. He became an insurance risk
advisor. He’s always careful. He won’t even eat at restaurants because he doesn’t
know where they get their food. He has to know where it came from, so he mainly
shops at farmers’ markets or smaller butcher shops for meat.”
“Would he get mad you were eating here?” he asked.
“I think,” she said, resting both elbows on the table and cupping her chin in her
hands. “I'll call you Will from now on. William seems too formal. Like I'm speaking
to someone important like the president or something.”
William glanced down at the menu and chuckled. “Actually, the current president is
a William, but he goes by Bill.”
“Well, I guess I could start paying attention to what's going on with the world.
But who has time for that? I've been busy saving the world by stopping one Austin
Powers impersonation at a time.”
“Well, thank you for that. I can't believe I almost spent the rest of my life
thinking that my Austin Powers impression impressed anyone.”
“I think I should be awarded a medal. It's hard work,” Casey teased.
“Oh!” William exclaimed. “You can enter the talent show! If I was a judge, you
would definitely win.”
Casey turned away smiling. She leaned back and faced him.
“Will, I thought we were having a serious conversation. My work is too important
for a high school talent show.”
The owner set their drinks on the table, followed by the straws. He turned to
Casey.
“Are you ready to order, young lady?”