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We hadn’t gone far from school when Alec suddenly turned left instead of heading straight toward the house.
I blinked. “Wait, this isn’t the way—”
“Snack,” he said flatly.
“Again? Didn’t we just eat—oh wait, no, you didn’t have dinner last night, just that cup noodle and candy. Right. Point taken.”
He didn’t reply. Just flicked on the turn signal and pulled into a quiet drive-thru plaza. The glow of the overhead menu reflected on his windshield.
I kept going. “You know, not that I’m judging, but this is the second time this week we’ve detoured for food. I’m sensing a pattern. And don’t get me wrong, I respect a man with consistent cravings, but if this becomes a Thursday thing, I’ll start keeping score.”
No answer.
He rolled down his window and ordered like he’d done it a hu
