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Adam skims through the menu more for Lawrence's sake than his own. Adam gets the same thing from this restaurant every time. Why fix what's not broken?
Unfortunately, the waitress who comes to take their order is some chick he doesn't recognize. Which means he'll have to go through the whole process to explain what he wants.
“I'll order the Blackened Cajun Salmon, please and thank you,” Lawrence says. Adam rolls his eyes, but there’s a layer of hidden affection to it. It's just so… Lawrence of him to get whatever mature and “adult” option he can find at this hole in the wall burger joint.
Adam doesn't even glance at the menu when he orders. “Okay, I'll take your classic cheeseburger, but with nothing on it.” He groans internally at the familiar confusion on the waitresses face.
“Nothing? No toppings at all?”
“Exactly! None! Just meat, bread, and cheese.”
The waitress raises an eyebrow, but scribbles down the order on her notepad. “Alrighty then. Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?”
Adam shakes his head. “No, I think that's all,” Lawrence clarifies.
“Perfect! Your food should be out shortly.”
As soon as the waitress walks away, Lawrence is giving Adam a look.
“What?” Adam asks, crossing his arms.
Lawrence shakes his head. “No toppings on your burger? Seriously? It's a wonder your body is still functioning; I don't think I've ever seen you eat a vegetable!”
Adam rolls his eyes. “They're overrated. Besides, my diet hasn't killed me yet, so I'm good as far as I'm concerned.”
“You couldn't have at least left the pickles on? Even the ketchup! At least it's a fraction tomato!”
Adam shakes his head. “Nope. Not interested.”
Lawrence groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on, you have to at least eat a singular vegetable!”
However, their domestic debate is interrupted by their food arriving. Lawrence wipes the annoyance off of his face to smile politely at the waitress. Adam nods to acknowledge her.
“Let me know if you need anything!” She whisks away to serve another table.
Adam looks at Lawrence, who has resumed glaring at him. He smirks, popping a fry into his mouth.
“There, Doctor, I ate a potato. That's a vegetable.”
“You are impossible,” Lawrence groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You love me anyway.”
“I do.”