The Whopper. Elias had considered ordering a salad or one of the grilled chicken offerings, for the sake of his health. But some half-forgotten instinct told him it would be an error. It was her smirk, tossed casually over her shoulder, that settled his mind.
"I'll have the same," he said, presenting his card to the cashier. It was natural to him to buy her dinner - and the cost was so small that it seemed too insignificant to discuss beforehand. He simply did it, and thought nothing else on the matter. When the cashier shoved two stacked paper cups over the counter at him, he passed Charlie's to her, then headed toward the drink fountain with her.
"Thank you for saving me from Macy's," he said, his expression softened by a touch of mirth. "I disdain shopping. No offense against the fairer sex, but I will never understand the drive for it. Although..." He gave her a speculative look while he filled his cup with ice, gave his cup to her to use, then took her empty one and shoved it against the ice dispenser, "I imagine you're not the manic shopper type, either. Am I right?"