Ronnie blinked, his smile grew wide. “I think I’ll call it the Rhiannon cause that sounds like one hell of a sandwich.” And the tip about where to park the truck was good, too. Before too long he was going to have a menu of stuff named after all of his friends. “I could make the salsa myself, that ain’t hard to do, and pickle the jalapeños...” He was talking to himself but also to her.
While she went for a refill, Ronnie stood there thinking hard, mind whirring with new possibilities. And then he remembered his own drink was empty and went to get another one, too.