"Have some egg rolls. My chef cooks it really good." The caring boyfriend offers her his lunch box. The two were partially busy correcting papers for their class. The slip test was actually included in the marks too.
"No, I'm good. You have a chef?" Cassandra asks sweetly, feeding him her own sandwich. The male nods, smiling. "I'm so plump and healthy because of her."
"No. I'm worried." Her words makes his eyebrows come closer, "I thought your mom would make you food. My mom always makes my lunch boxes. If not, Louis can. He's a good chef." Says the 17 year old.
Out of the blue, Zayn couldn't chew properly nor let it go down his throat. His bitter smile makes her realize she went too far with her comparison.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to—"
"No. I'm actually happy that you have peopl
