*Just eat some. Stop looking at me like that.* Zech looked so annoyed, holding out the fries to me, apparently fully aware of my constant, raging hunger.
Sniffing, vacantly, I frowned down at the fries.
I was hungry but . . . not for that.
*C’mon.* He shook the container, impatient.
“You okay?” Cronan wondered, hand running down along my back.
“Yeah,” I shrugged, finally taking the fry. I took a bite, scrunching my nose.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Cronan admitted, frowning at Zech.
“You know why I’m here,” he sighed, offering him some fries too. The four of us had congregated at the fence line of the field behind the bleachers and Aurelia was sticking close to “Z” as she called him. He didn’t look too happy about it.
Cronan just shook his
