Plus, it reminded be of this exchange in Compromising Positions in David's office ::
“Sophie, how
much longer is this going to take?”
“Depends.
Why?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at David. “I warn you. If you say you
have a date, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
He
smiled. “I’m hungry.”
She
rolled her eyes. “You’re always hungry.”
He
nodded. “How about if I order a pizza? Do you like Pizzicato?”
She
shrugged as the spreadsheets began to dance in front of her. “Hot Lips is
better.”
“Sophie,
you promised no kissing until after.”
“Hot
Lips Pizza, you pervert. I thought you actually lived in this town. Pizzicato
is too gourmet for me. Hot Lips is more New York. They have a store right by
the university, so I got hooked. They also have one in the Pearl District, way
too close to Working It Out.” She smiled and looked up at his confused
expression.
“Whatever you want.”
“What’s
good?”
“The
brownies.”
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