A sneaky grin appeared on Sarah’s face as she plucked a french fry off of Jon’s tray.
“Hey!” he protested with a laugh, “you’ve got your own fries!”
“Sure.” Sarah popped the pilfered potato piece into her mouth. “But it tastes better when it comes from someone else.”
“Alright, let’s test out this theory,” Jon said, reaching over and grabbing a fry off of Sarah’s tray. “Mmmm, so far the data bears it out,” Jon chewed with a satisfied grin.
“Hey!” Sarah pretended to be scandalized. “You’re not allowed to do that!”
“It’s okay, you can afford it,” Jon snuck another fry. “Your dad has a billion dollars, right?”
Sarah stuck out her tongue. “Okay,” he re-focused. “So when I talked to Karyn she seemed pretty confused. She says she hates you, but she doesn’t want to hate you. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like there’s still a chance for you two.”
The smile dropped from Jon’s face. “I think I need more time before I start thinking about Karyn again. This morning was…” Jon shuddered. “I need to figure myself out a little bit before I try to figure Karyn out.”
“Okay,” Sarah sighed. “That’s fair.” Jon suddenly looked small again. He was looking away from Sarah, fidgeting in his seat. Sarah felt a pang in her chest. As the two of them sat down and ate, Jon had been doing better. He was opening back up, smiling, and she’d undone that progress with just a few sentences.
“Hey,” she said after a few moments of silence. “We’ve got this giant home theater in my basement at home. How about after we finish up here, I take you back to my place and we watch some episodes of that newspaper show?”
Jon squinted his eyes, but turned to look back at Sarah. “You mean the Mary Tyler Moore show?”
“Yeah, that one. It’s gotta be on some streaming service somewhere, right?”
“Yeah, it probably is.” Jon smiled, picked up a french fry. “Okay, let’s do that.”
