Do you even know me at all, Ben?
I inhaled sharply. “What. The hell? I do those things because I care about you, not because I’ll ‘eat anything’. My favorite type of food is Mexican, did you know that? The real stuff you can get from the families who’re cooking their grandmother’s recipes, not the fake s**t you get at fast food places,” I snapped. “We never get Mexican because spicy food upsets your stomach and I don’t complain about it because I don’t want you to have to suffer on my account, not because I’ll eat anything.”
I knew Ben wasn’t the most involved guy, but did he really know so little about me? Is Abi actually right about him?
I thought she just found him boring because Abi’s type of guy rode a motorcycle or looked like he’d make your grandmother faint when you brought him
