With the arrival of my tuna sandwich and Charles's kid's meal, I began to take a bite of my food. The food I ate was better than I initially thought it would be. It wasn't something I would constantly eat, but it was better than I thought.
"Say ahh..."
Charles unexpectedly grabbed a stick of potato and placed it in front of my mouth. A kid's meal should have something easy to eat. With Charles feeding me, I opened my mouth and ate the whole piece.
I felt a slight embarrassment once he did this openly in public. Once I got to taste the stick of potato with the thick red sauce, it had a flavorful taste—the crunchiness with the salt blended in well. I couldn't get enough of it.
"Charles... Could you feed me more..."
"Of course." He replied, taking out another piece of potato.
Even if his actions were embarrassing, the taste of his stick was too good for me to resist. Asking for more, Charles did so willingly.
"Here."