Rolling his eyes playfully, he brought the fork down to the plate. I watched him devour his meal out of the corner of my eye. I’ve never watched him eat. (As if you’re supposed to.) I noticed that he had a process. He would bring the food up to his mouth and smile at it, slightly creepy (don’t be a hypocrite), and then he would rip it off of the fork like a savage. I awkwardly glanced back at my food and began to eat.
“This is really good, Emily,” I grinned at her and she smiled.
Grayson kicked my leg before murmuring something under his breath. “Kiss up.”
“Did you just swear at me, Grayson?” I asked a bit loudly. Emily frowned before pointing at Grayson.
“Grayson, no foul language at the table- or anywhere for the matter,” Emily snapped.
“Sure, believe the random girl,” he sucked his
