Bowling.
Charlie stayed quiet and ignored Saul's questioning as he browsed the prize table. Of course she was good. Charlie Anderson was good at
lots of things. Lucky to have her on his arm, Saul was. When he'd received his raffle ticket and secured it safely, the tattoo expert tugged him along, wanting to first and foremost fill her belly.
A girl's gotta eat.
"Quesadillas look amazing." She'd have some of those, yes.
"You want to get us drinks?" GRIN.