Chapter 74

I dig into my food heartily, never shy about making a pig of myself in front of him, even now. I’ve always been an eater; food is my second weakness after shoes.

“What did you get?” I eye up his burger with a greedy eye, always wanting my favorite to eat but always looking at trying something else. Arrick never orders the same thing. He is one of those weird people who always tries the new releases everywhere at every food joint. He shakes his head at me and holds out his burger for me to take a bite without question. It looks laden with an array of meats, bacon, and cheese and has a fancy crusted roll. I lean in and take a big one, chewing on the barbeque-flavored concoction with a smile. Arrick always lets me taste his food, even when we get things practically the same.

“Didn’t realize how hungry I was.” He adds as he watches me eat, picking up a handful of my fries in retaliation to the massive bite of his burger I took and stuffing his mouth. He’s not an ugly eater;