The Alpha's Surrogate
However, when I get there, Aaron has a fallen face.
" Morning," I say, looking around. Justin and Jeremy are sitting on the barstools, eating.
"Good morning," they greet me. I look at their plates; are they eating my shawarmas?
" Aaron, where is my phone?" I ask. The chef's face pales, and he looks at the guys—tears well in my eyes.
" I'm sorry, I made three, and they ate them,"
" You ate my Sharwama?" tears are streaming down my face. Aaron is panicking now, rummaging through the refrigerator.
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