SELFISH AMBITION
Typical dude.
My stomach growls. I did not realize how hungry I am.
The elevator groans again behind me. I turn around as Zach steps out, carrying two plastic bags.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he says with that familiar grin.
“Hey,” I reply, cracking a small smile.
“Jesus, you look like you ran from the devil himself,” he says, setting the bags down. “Good thing the devil doesn’t like these snacks.” He holds up the bags like trophies. “I brought Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, sour gummy worms, and that nasty cherry cola you love. We’re having a long movie day filled with rest, junk food, and catching up. We can worry about the heavy stuff later.”