“Whatever. I don’t want any.” Right then my stomach growled again, showing how much of a liar I was.
“We’ll see about that when the food gets here,” he said, not bothering to turn around and look at me.
Indeed, he saw. I gulped down slice after slice, downing one can of pop after another. I was seriously starving, and at that point I didn’t care what he thought. Trevor seemed just as famished though, wolfing down large bites and making the drinks disappear.
“I don’t suppose you have any beer.”
“You’re s**t out of luck,” I said, smirking. “That too will have to wait till tomorrow when you go shopping.”
Trevor shrugged and took another slice, long strands of melted cheese refusing to let it part, and placed it on his plate. He started munching on it, slower now after the first few, but
