Ethan's POV
Stella settled back into her seat, still clutching her phone protectively. "You're insufferable."
"That's like the fifth time you've called me that. It's a term of endearment."
"In your dreams."
"Oh, we're talking about dreams now?" I waggled my eyebrows. "Because I had this one where-"
She threw a fry at me. It bounced off my forehead and landed in my lap.
"Did you just assault me with potato products?"
"Self-defense." She picked up another fry threateningly. "I felt threatened by your ego."
I clutched my chest in mock horror. "My ego? But it's so fragile. Look what you've done - it's practically shattered."
"Somehow, I think you'll survive." She popped the fry in her mouth instead of throwing it.
"I don't know. I might need therapy. Dr. Jenkins will be very concerne
