I didn't want to pay attention to him, so I continued to nibble on my pizza.
The man was such a hypocrite. He said that it was wrong for me to hit someone when he himself was swinging fists at the drop of a hat.
Kevin sighed and poured a glass of lemonade for me.
No taste at all.
He didn't even know that pizza tasted the best with soda, not lemonade.
He did look handsome for a second though, and it made my heart beat faster.
“I'll have a Sprite,” I said softly.
Kevin took the Sprite and put a straw in it, placing it in front of me. I took a swig and couldn't control the burp.
He laughed and grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe my mouth. “How are you so beautiful? You were crying with your makeup on and had ketchup around your mouth, but people still came up to talk to you. From
