But then she said-"
"No, you didn't, Harry," she hit him on the shoulder. "You are the one that suggested us to be friends with benefits." She looked at me, "Men."
"Oh, I know men are just crazy," I laughed and looked to Ethan. He was observing me as I talked to his brother and his brother's girlfriend, and I could see a small smile on his face.
"When is this food going to get here," I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. It almost felt like we were on a double date, which we weren't, and I had to remind myself of the fact. It was nice hanging out with Ethan and his brother. Harry seemed really cool. There was something about him though that seemed different and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"We don't really get chimichangas in England, you know, but I've heard so much about them."
"You've heard about chimichangas," Ethan said with a laugh. "Where in hell did you hear about them?"
"I think it must have been on some American sitcom or something. They were always talking about getting chimichangas and I always wanted to try one."
"Well, I guess I really am making all your dreams come true," he said.
"I guess so." I grabbed another chip and dipped it in the salsa and munched on it. "I don't know what it is, but everything just seems to taste better here. You know?"
"Maybe it's because you're hanging out with cool people," Harry said with a grin. "So, tell me, what did you think about my brother when you first met him?"
"Oh, I don't think I want to admit to anything right now," I said we have a laugh. "Plus, we still don't know each other that well, so I don't want to hurt his feelings."
"Oh, you could never hurt my feelings," Ethan said. "I'm curious. What did you think?"
"Well, I'll only tell you what I thought if you tell me what you thought."
"I'd be happy to tell you what I thought any time of the day or night," he winked at me.
"Oi-oi, you too," Harry held up his hands. "No flirting at the dinner table."
"Very funny, Harry," Ethan glared at him, but we were saved by the bell as the waiter approach with our dishes. He placed a huge plate in front of me, filled with rice and beans and fried tortillas. I eagerly cut into my chimichanga and I felt like I was going to have a mouth orgasm as I ate the food. It was warm and tasty and absolutely yummy.
"This is amazing. Thank you again. I know I've thanked you already, but I have to thank you a million times," I laughed. "Thank you. So Ethan?"
"Yes," he said as he ate his tacos.
"Where are we going after this?"
"Yeah, where are we going after this?" Harry looked up. "I didn't know we had plans. "Don't tell me we're going to a club?" he groaned. "Oh, I'm too old to go to a club."
"You're not going anywhere," Ethan said. "And no, we're not going to a club."
"What do you mean we're not going to a club and I'm not going anywhere?" Harry frowned. "Is this like some sort of riddle?"
"No, it's not a riddle, but it's just going to be Molly and myself. You and Sarah can figure out something else to do."
"Oh no, it's okay," I said quickly. "I would love for them to come as well." I gave Harry and Sarah my biggest, warmest smile. "I've loved hanging out with you guys. Honestly, this is the first time aside from hanging out with my friends at work that I've actually felt like I belong in the city. You know? I know it's early to call you guys friends, but-"
"Oh no, we'd love to be your friends," Sarah interjected. "You're awesome. I've always wanted a British friend. You have to tell me all about England. You know, I did study English literature and I absolutely love all things England. I'm actually an Anglophile. I was going to go and work in the British Museum and-"
"Okay, Sarah, we get it." Ethan rolled his eyes. "You're practically British yourself.
"Oh, that's awesome. I didn't know that. I love the British Museum. I would go there at least," I paused, "once a year." I laughed. "Okay, I know it doesn't sound like I really love it, but I really did."
"Oh, that's so cool."
I studied Sarah's face. "I had no idea that you nearly worked there. What were you going to do?"
"Oh, I