Sweet poison
The waffles and fried chicken looked so good that one would want to give anything just to have a taste of it.
I noticed he dropped his spoon and rubbed his both hands together, smacking his lips at the same time, just when he was about to carry the big chicken placed on the waffles, I stopped him.
“That's alright, you can leave now,” I said to him, waving him off with the gun in my hand.
A bit of disappointment washed through his face as soon as I said that.
There was no way I was going to share my waffles with him. I don't fucking care if it has poison in it or not, I will gladly eat it alongside its sweet poison.