Tempting The Bad Boy
My stomach growls, anticipating what could be in those bags, surely something better than potato chips.
"Starving," I tell him, and he hands Jup and me a bag each. I peek inside to discover a freshly made hotdog, my absolute favourite from the Claremont canteen because they get the ratio of butter and sauce perfect each time they make them. I bite into the end of my hotdog and salivate as the mouthwatering taste fills my mouth. "Thank you," I tell Adrian with a mouth full of delicious food.
"How did you know we were here?" Jupiter asks him, taking dainty bites out of her hotdog and wiping her mouth with the napkin just to ensure that no sauce is out to make a fool of her in front of Adrian.