I laughed to myself as she angrily walked over to the driver’s side and opened the door, “… And that dude totally had a fake Italian accent. ‘I am sorry, but there is no ‘Ashley Davies.’ Oui Oui.” She mocked horribly.I laughed even more.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“Ash, oui is French. Not Italian.”
“That doesn’t even matter. What matters is those stupid… butt faces just ruined our night!” She exclaimed, starting up her car and revving the engine.
I held in my laughter, “Butt faces? Seriously Ash? And our night is not ruined, we still have each other.”
“Wow, way to get mushy there, Spence.” She joked; finally a smile appeared on her beautiful lips, “And you’re right. We don’t need some fancy-ass restaurant. How does Burger King sound?”