“Fine,” he squeaked. “Went down the wrong pipe.”
"Disaster or triumph," Julian said, untying the string. "I stopped by that Croatian bakery on 4th. I bought eight pastries. The woman said they were 'enough for two.' I told her I was meeting someone who usually eats like a bird, so I better get a dozen." enough ass for two
Elena looked at the box, then at him. "Julian, I can’t eat twelve pastries." “Fine,” he squeaked
She reached for the wine bottle and poured the last splash into his glass. " Julian said