“Sure thing.” The waitress scribbled into her notepad.
“And hold the cheese.”
She nodded. “Got it.”
“With gluten-free pasta.”
The waitress’s hands dropped by her side. “We have no such thing.”
“Then sub the pasta for rice. And while you’re at it, can I have chicken instead of beef?”
“Why not?” she said, her voice exasperated. “Anything else?”
Dan scanned the drinks menu. “A mojito.”
“Let me guess,” said the waitress. “Virgin. Sugar-free. No mint.”
“That’s ludicrous!” Dan gasped, placing his hand to his chest. “Why would you think that?”