It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

“Okay, Atlas. Whatever you say.” He seems to loosen up. He follows me
as I head back to my station. “Did you ask Lily out on a date when you went
to her work?”
“No. I will tonight. I’m calling her when I get home.” I walk by Theo and
ruffle his hair on my way to the freezer.
“Hey, Atlas?”
I pause. His eyes are filled with concern, but one of the waiters pushes
through the doors and walks between us, preventing Theo from saying
whatever it was he was about to say. He doesn’t have to say it, though.
“Not saying a word, Theo. Client confidentiality goes both ways.”
That seems to reassure him. “Good, because if you said something to my
dad, I would tell him how cheesy you are with your pickup lines.” Theo
mockingly presses his palms to his cheeks. “We finally reached the beach,
my little whale.”
I glare at him. “That’s not at all how it went.”
Theo points across the kitchen. “Look! It’s sand—we’ve reached land!”
“Stop.”
“Lily, what the heck, our boat is wrecked!”
He’s still following me around the kitchen making fun of me when his
dad’s shift ends. I’ve never been happier to see him leave.