Things I Hate

Amaya

“What about food?” I asked, gesturing down to the box in front of us. “I’m assuming pizza isn’t your favorite.”

“Nope, but it might actually come pretty close,” he admitted with a grin. “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t want to be stereotypical, but when I visit back home I always get gyros, so that has to be up there.”

“Any food you hate?” I continued interestedly, even though it wasn’t my turn to ask a question.

“Oranges,” he replied at once. “And I’m allergic to shellfish, so I guess them as well.”

“That sucks.” I cocked my head at him. “I thought all fancy people ate oysters all the time.”

“It’s more a problem for my dad’s side of the family,” he replied. “Not being able to eat shellfish is pretty much treason against Greece in their eyes.”

I laughed. I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to, how much I enjoyed the conversation as it flowed between us comfortably.

“And you drink German beer as well.” I held up the bottle I was sipping from. “So basically, you’re a traitor.”

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