I take another big bite of pancakes, making me moan in pure happiness, the combination between maple syrup and pancake is perfect.
Jordan chuckles, looking at me devouring my pancakes. He tries to steal a bite from me but I take my fork in my hand, holding it like it is a weapon, pocking at his own fork to make it go away.
“Don’t touch,” I tell him, food still in my mouth, making myself barely understandable.
“Come on, I’m the one recommending it, and paying for it,” Jordan argues.
“Should have ordered yours,” I reply, pulling my plate closer to me. He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of my strawberry milkshake.
My mouth opens at his daring action of taking my food. He smirks when he knows I’ve taken the bait. I go to grab my milkshake from his hand, but he is quicker to take my hand, pul
