The bottle spun again and this time it was different. It stopped and it faced us both. The silence was awkward. I was the one that got to ask him questions. I bite down my lips. I knew this would happen. I knew it. I f*****g knew it. What am I supposed to ask him now? Everyone directed their stares at me. Just then I felt Judith's hand on my thigh patting me to ask him something. What the heck am I supposed to ask him? He was staring at me and now I forgot to breathe. Am I even breathing like this?
I have to think of something. I have to think of what I need to ask him.
His favourite food. That will do. His favourite food.
"What's your favourite food?" I asked.
He didn't say anything. He cleared his throat looking up at me.
"You...uh...Pancakes."
I almost misheard that. But who
