“Do you guys want to eat here?” Marissa asked cheerily as she looked back and forth. One of the restaurants was a burger joint and the other was a buffet. Without answering, Noah crossed the street and headed in the direction of the buffet. “Okay, buffet it is.”
After paying for ourselves and ordering drinks, we walked towards the food, grabbing plates along the way. I grabbed a few pieces of ranch chicken, pasta, and a few dumplings. I grabbed a slice of cake, too. Going to our assigned table, we waited for the waiters to come with our drinks before we dug into our food. I was surprised to see Noah’s plate, which was filled to the brim with hot wings and other spicy foods.
Mindlessly, I let out a breath. “Your stomach is going to be burning later on, if you know what I mean. Go to the
