Spencer knew Noah didn't like it much, but he rode in the back seat with Jake to the place where Noah wanted to eat.
"Honestly, I don't get..why we have to go here," Spencer spoke up. It wasn't in the best part of town. This was where all the nightly shooting went down. At least it was only four in the afternoon. Still Spencer was on pens and needles.
"I grew up here." Noah finally acknowledge.
"Oh." Still Spencer didn't feel any more at ease as they went in. Noah found them a booth. The waitress brought them mason jars of sweet tea without even an order.
"You know, you really look like a musketeer with that goat-tee, you've got going on." Noah looked over his menu at Spencer.
"And?" Spencer was not going to shave. He'd worked months on this stach and it looked pretty damn awesome to him. Spencer was ready to break up this instance. But in the next breath Noah was introducing Spencer to this old lady who looked as if she might have been a blues singer at one time before she shriveled up.
Noah said Spencer was his boyfriend. "And, hopefully..he's going to be my husband one day." Noah grinned.
Spencer thought he might crawl under the table, but Jake's little tongue was slightly in a pant. His little legs stretched out in the carrier. Fist tight. His little face went red with strain. A about thirty seconds later was a stench of something smelling worse than boiled eggs left out on a hot day.
Spencer gritted a smile, but he could hardly stand the smell. He took Jake to the backseat of the car to change him. Spencer's heart kept racing. All he wanted to do was go home. He hated being put on the spot like this. Why had Noah waited until now to introduce him to his grandmother?