"This is one of the rare instances where you'd be safe ordering anything off the menu," he explains, scooting into the booth on the opposite side of her. "I speak from experience."

He smiles, plucking a menu up from by the sugar shaker and holding it out for her to peruse.

As for him? He doesn't need a menu. He's already known what to order since jogging down the street. Maybe even before that.