Ty knew all about distractions to deal with feelings of grief. He'd needed them after his watching his older bro get shot by a cop. A cop who was now dead and known as the real killer.
"Sure. Any skill should be complimented." He meant it.
"How about a pepperoni and mushroom pizza? Large? I'll get an order of breadsticks and," Ty stopped and looked embarrassed, "a salad, because I like salad." No Caesar salad, though, not if he wanted to kiss Lizzie again.
The server came over and took their order, complete with a garden salad with raspberry balsamic dressing, which Ty would never dare order in front of pretty much anyone back home. Except his parents and probably Tandy?