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Chapter 8 | Dinner Plans Continued

"I'm sorry, how the fuck did we get to this topic?"

"It went from ass to shit so fast," Yumi answers me, but that only makes me more confused.

"Y/n. I have a serious question for you." Tanner immediately has my attention.

"Well? What is it?" I ask when he doesn't respond for a moment.

"Ass or titties?"

"Is this how the conversation got started?" I facepalm, but I'm laughing.

"Pretty much," Nick replies.

"Okay, but you never answered," Larry raises an eyebrow at me.

I put my hand on my chin and look up, pretending to think really hard with a hum before I answer, "probably ass."

Yumi holds his hand out to dap me up, everyone is singing praises like I just said something amazing.

"She gets it," Larry cries out and raises his hand and brings them together like he's praying to God, he wipes a fake tear.

"You guys are ridiculous," I shake my head and smile.

"What can I get you guys?" The waitress comes back, smiling at us.

I completely forgot to be looking at the menu, so I say I'll go last and I quickly scan over it, ordering what seems like a solid choice when it's my turn. The conversation and banter flows easily. It's like in the text chat, but it's so much nicer to be with all of them in person. It's comforting, plus I like to look at all the handsome men around me.

I'm bickering with Larry about who's the best character from our favorite tv show when I feel a small kick at my foot. I think nothing of it at first, sometimes it just happens, but then I feel about 3 more kicks. I look under the table and nothing seems out of the ordinary, it's just Tanner's legs in front of mine, at a reasonable distance too, so I shouldn't feel a kick. I raise an eyebrow, but drop it when I go back to conversing. That's when I feel another kick. I look at Tanner, because he's the person across from me and I feel like he's the only one who could be reaching me from this angle. He's not even phased, he just continues yapping when I feel another small kick.

"Tanner, are you kicking me with your foot?" I ask.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," he responds nonchalantly, but I notice a small lip quiver, like he's holding back a laugh.

"Tanner," I give him a glare when I feel another kick, but he just shrugs at me.

Nothing happens for about a minute or two, but then I feel someone playing with my foot, not just kicking anymore. I look down and it is, indeed, Tanner, because of course it is.

"Tanner, you're literally playing footsies with me right now," I can't hold back my smile at his silly-ness.

"Y/n, quite literally I have no idea what you're talking about, do you need to have your mind checked?" He smiles at me though and sends me a wink.

He stops after a minute, but I didn't really mind that he was doing it; I thought he was just being funny. Then after another minute, I start to feel toes on my leg and then there's a tiny toe pinch, so I look down and they sure are Tanner's toes, at least covered by a sock, wiggling at me.

"TANNER!" I shout and laugh, somewhat because it's funny, but also shock because like what?

"What?" He gives me the strangest and most confused look he could muster.

"GET YOUR FUCKING DOGS OFF ME," I laugh the sentence out.

"Tanner? What the fuck?" The rest of the table is laughing now.