**Quinn's POV**

I shook my head as Grayson got into the car. "Right, now what are we gonna do with all of this?"

He just grimaced as he glanced back at the menus he had ordered, which were now on the back seat.

"How are we gonna finish all of that if it's just me and Dylan eating?"

"We can give the rest to the homeless. You choose the ones you and Dylan like. How about that?"

Grayson pinched both my cheeks. "Don't be angry."

I sighed softly. "I'm not angry because it's your money. But we had ...