Zoe was holding her breath as he literally ate it right out of her hand. It was easy to forgive him for being a bit grumpy when he was like this.
And he even sorta smiled.
"I love Mexican food," she admitted. "I mostly wait tables, but I can fill in for anybody, really." She had done her time busing tables. And still did. There was no shame in any job like that.
"So, not terrible then?" she asked picking up a pork bun and offering to him the same way.