Rowan glared at Malcolm, wondering if the latter was oblivious or simply an idiot. "Are you full?""Huh?" Malcolm blinked."If you aren't, I'll ring up ten pizzas for you to-go. Surely those are enough to fill you up back home," Rowan bit out.Malcolm couldn't believe his luck, and he didn't hesitate to accept Rowan's offer. "You sure are generous, Mr. Mattel! Thanks."With that, he hunkered down on the rest of his food.Rowan drew a deep breath. "Aren't you going to leave?"Baffled, Malcolm lifted his gaze to Rowan, then blinked. It took him a while to process what Rowan was implying. "Oh, right, got it!"As he rose from his seat, he stuffed a slice of pizza and several mozzarella sticks into his mouth like a chipmunk would with acorns. Then, he mumbled around the food, "Could you throw in the seafood platter for me, too, Mr. Mattel?"Rowan didn't know if he should be impressed or exasperated with Landon's choice of friends. He let out a low, sullen hum of agreement, and it wa
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