Chapter 11: Pieces of Her
Andrew watched as Ivy ate her food with enthusiasm. He joined her as he too dug into his food.
He had not expected that THE Ivy Benson would seat in a small diner, eating burger and fries alongside a jumbo milkshake not caring that it wasn’t prepared by some famous chef.
Ivy had mentioned that this was her ideal date. Andrew would have assumed she would prefer being wined and dined at a fancy restaurant, where a bowl of soup he could probably make from a packet at home would cost more than he made each month.
Had he read her wrong all this time?
“Wouldn’t you prefer a man who brings you a dozen roses? Took you to a fancy restaurant out of the country on a private jet and hired a Shake Spear impersonator to recite love poems by the table side as you ate?” Andrew asked.