A hatred of tomatoes. That sounded familiar. He did like them but he knew for a fact that Cathy hated them. A tomato hadn't appeared in the apartment since they'd moved in. He wanted to make the connection out loud but he didn't know how to refer to Cathy. Her mother, even though she wasn't yet? Or call her by her first name?
"You got that from her," he said finally, deciding that a pronoun would work just as well. "I like the hot pepperjack better. It's got a kick to it." Unfortunately his like of spicy foods wasn't always nice to his stomach.
Deciding on the sandwich, he shut the menu and set it on the edge of the table. "You're welcome." He'd caught the hesitation, the beginning of the word that had caused it. Was asking her to call him 'Lindsey' too harsh? 'Daddy' sounded too weird but it was probably what she was comfortable with. He'd never been so unsure of how to proceed in a conversation before.
"So Isabelle," he started, but held off as the waitress returned with their drinks. He ordered his meal. When Izzy ordered hers, he took the menu from her and handed them both to the waitress. Once the woman was gone, he picked up the conversation again. "What's your best subject in school?" That seemed like a safe topic to continue on.