193. Apple Pie

Lucas took a bite of the cheeseburger and grinned. “Not too bad. Definitely better than what I expected from a diner.” “It’s no fancy food you are used to, that’s for sure,” Amy said. “What’s your favorite item on the menu?” Lucas asked. Amy’s eyes brightened. “The apple pie!” “Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am more of a peach cobbler kind of guy.” “With Vanilla ice cream?” Amy inquired. Lucas chuckled. “Is there any other way to eat it?” Amy leaned towards him, her tone conspiratory. “By the way. Did you have something to do with the whole…sick grandma situation?” Lucas paused, his burger halfway to his mouth, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe,” he said, setting the burger down and leaning back in his seat, his eyes glinting with amusement. “How did you do that? You sound nothing like me,” Amy joked. “I called in a favor. My younger sister, Sky, called your boss and pretended to be you,” he said. “She loves acting, so I figured, why not give her something she would enjoy?” “No