ofcrypsis:

     “Glad we’re at mutual understanding.
      You’re not my type either.” Not that
      she would’ve accepted a date anyway.
      “I guess. I’m hungry. Don’t try anything
       weird.”

     He only rolled his eyes, not bothering to
repeat himself. He was too hungry at this
point, and if she was too, it was a good deal.
He hadn’t had any good conversation in a
while, and Jeff was in a giving mood; he might
even end up paying for the two of them, ever
the gentleman. “Wouldn’t dream of it, dear.”