Juliet couldn’t help the small chuckle that left her lips, knowing he wasn’t wrong about having faith in that statement. Because that was what she was thinking, knowing some people couldn’t help themselves. “The keyword being most,” she added, nodding. “Love my husband, but I know him well enough to know he could be one that might land himself on the stabby end and not on purpose.” Shawn just didn’t always know when to shut up from digging himself into a grave.
“But looks like it’s your turn to order,” she pointed out with a smile. “We should definitely grab a drink at some point though, I’m Juliet.” She offered, feeling like she could get along with this guy. Or at least someone she’d love to talk more with considering she was a people person who enjoyed meeting people.