"Are you happy?" he asked.

"Here you go!" The waitress slid a hot plate onto the table and placed the pizza on top. "Would you like another round?" she asked, eyeing our empty glasses.

Logan held his up. "Please."

I nodded as I forced a smile. "Me, too." Then, the delicious smell of rich Italian sauce wafted toward me. "It looks delicious!"

"I told you," he said as he slid a slice of pizza onto a plate and handed it to me. "The best pizza in New ...