asher and you called yourselfs enemies when asher drew over your drawing you worked so hard for when you were five.

now, you’re on a date with matthew. matthew is a rich kid. too rich. you and matthew sit down opposite from each other, when a familiar voice rings through your ears. “what can i get for you?”

your eyes snap towards the waiter. of course. out of everyone it had to be asher.

“a bottle of red wine for the both of us.” matthew politely responds.

asher nods and writes it down. “and something to eat?” he looks up to meet your eyes first.

“pasta carbonara for me.” matthew, once again, politely responds.

asher looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “for the lady?”

“i’ll—“

“she’ll have the chicken salad.” matthew cuts you off. you close your mouth and stay silent. but asher just glares at him.

“she’s vegetarian, dipshit.”

matthew’s eyes widen at his harsh words.

“i’ll have the pasta bolognese without the meat, please.” you quickly respond, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant. asher gives matthew one last glare before he walks off. you sigh. did he really have to intervene?