"Never thought you'd be the kind to go for veggies," she said just as the waiter left their table with their orders.

He raised a brow at her in questioning. "Why?"

The girl shrugged. "You don't seem like the veggie type."

"I hate meat."

His statement was greeted by silence.

"Is that bad?" He raised a brow at her.

"Hm," she pursed her lips. "Well, I don't know, really. Why do you hate it though?"

"The flavor, I guess."

"That's a new one."