"My dates usually are less lettuce-y," Gabe assured her, after he'd swallowed his mouthful. Gabe had been raised a proper farm boy with the proper amount of food that entailed, and now that he spent a long time burning off calories in the gym he continued to eat like a horse.
"Although," he added thoughtfully. "I might date this sandwich." If that was the case he was going to need to hurry. There was very little left of it. "Quit watching me; you're throwing me off my game." He took another large bite.