Clara's POV
You know, there is this really good restaurant just five minutes away from here." He turned around as he attempted to walk away.
"Come on, just try it." I insisted, stopping him in his tracks.
He sighed, realising that he had no way out.
I ordered two hotdogs for us.
He reached into his pocket for his wallet, but I quickly stopped him.
"Let me take care of you," I winked.
He smiled back.
I handed a ten-dollar note to the hotdog vendor.
He was done with our hotdogs in no time. He then handed them to both of us.
"Thank you," I smiled at the vendor.
We then proceeded to walk.
I took no time at all to dig into my hotdog. Derek seemed reluctant.
"Go on," I encouraged him. I took another bite of my hotdog.
He looked down at the hotdog hesitantly. I knew what he wanted t
