The Throes Of First Love

It's been approximately twenty minutes since I first took a bite of my bread and Sera has gone through her third refill of milkshake already going on a fourth… and I was all out of bread. 

If I had learned anything from this experience, it was to never involve Sera with anything to do with buying shit. Sure, I could put my foot down. Of course, I was well within my rights to say 'no' at any time. But lemme ask you smartasses happily condescending me in the back—would you? 

Okay, maybe a few of you would. But me, I ain't risking growing a spine here just so she can go and pull it out of me right in the next second, alright? I'll just run out her appetite for the time being… if it even has an end that is.