“Hell yes.” He grins. “I’m not even embarrassed about it because it’s so good. So much better than that cafeteria shit.”

I stare down at my notes. He’s right, we need time to process, but I want Nathan to be here when Bri comes home. “How about we order takeout, finish up the outline, and then watch a movie or something here?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah, alright. We could do that.”

Unlike the eager guy I’ve gotten used to, he doesn’t seem very excited about my plan. And then it hits me. Of course, he doesn’t want to spend money on takeout when he can get a free meal at his place.

“My treat for…” I gesture in front of us. “Well, everything. I owe you.”

Laughing, he shakes his head. “I’m good, holding out for enchiladas. I’ve got a granola bar in my backpack if I get desperate.”

He goes back to studying my notes and I order takeout—three times as much as I would for just myself. It arrives just as we’re finishing up the outline. I grab two plates, setting one in front of him even as he says, “I’m good, seriously. I’ll eat later.”

“Have you had Lotus House?”

He shakes his head.

“Oh, my God, you have to at least try it.” I hold out my fork full of Chow Mein and one side of his mouth pulls up in an amused grin before he opens wide and leans forward.

I wait while he chews and nods his head.

“Amazing, right?”

“Really good.”

I hand him the container of food, and he takes it from me with a shy smile but then shovels in two more big bites. I wave him off when he tries to hand it back and grab for the sesame beef.

Sydney pops her head out of our room. “Did I hear something about a movie?”

“Yeah, you wanna watch something with us?”

She rushes into the room and takes a seat on the couch. “Can we watch New Girl? We just started season two.”

It stings a bit to know they have another thing together that I’ve been missing out on.

“Yeah, New Girl sounds great. I haven’t seen it. You?” I look to Nathan.

“Saw a few episodes but never from beginning to end. Sunday night used to be movie night at the house. I miss it.”

I’m having a hard time picturing him and his roommates all sitting around watching a movie together. I’ve seen their theater room, but still.

Sydney knocks on the wall behind the couch in what I can only assume is some sort of bat signal for Bri to come out because not five seconds later, she pops out. Her footsteps slow as she glances around the room. Nathan nudges my elbow with his.