Ethan and Jeremiah stepped out of the second restaurant they'd visited that day. The sun was beginning to dip, casting a warm glow over the street.
Ethan rubbed his stomach and sighed with satisfaction. ''That hit the spot.'' He said.
Jeremiah smirked. "So… how was it?"
Ethan cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. ''It was good.''
Jeremiah raised an eyebrow and stepped closer. ''Just good?''
Ethan looked at him for a moment, then gave in. ''Fine, you win. The food was amazing.''
Jeremiah laughed and threw an arm around Ethan’s neck. ''I hope you’re ready for your punishment.''
Before Ethan could respond, Jeremiah bent him slightly and began ruffling his hair, laughing loudly. Ethan couldn’t help but laugh too, their joy spilling into the street. Passersby glanced at them, amuse
