
Remy laughed and then he shook his head at her quickly. “Who said that it was the wrong idea?” Remy laughed and then he shook his head at her quickly. “So maybe ah should keep calling you pretty.” Remy chuckled and then he shook his head at her playfully. “You really need to listen better chére. Ah said let’s go have a meal den.” He shook his head at her quickly. “Whaddya say? Lunch on Remy?”
Alison pursed her lips, trying to think of the last critic who gave her album zero stars. “–I think it was the sunday times who said exactly the opposite thing about me, so according to them it’s the wrong idea.” With one shoulder she shrugged, though the people at the sunday times were all brain dead anyway, not to mention the fact that they were british, and thought her ‘no-longer-disco-but-now-pop’ music could be compared to Madonna. “On two rules,” Alison stated, holding up two fingers, “One, don’t expect me to pay for all of it. Two, the food won’t burn my mouth off with it’s spiciness.”
Alison raised an eyebrow, mentally weighing up her options in her head. She didn’t even know of any other greek food, so...