Please don't hurt him.

#Chapter46 Please don't hurt him.

/"I'm stuffed./" I say, wiping my lips with a napkin to remove the grease off of my lips.

/"And then you say I'm trying to fatten you up./" Tristan rolls his eyes, before pushing away his left over plate of fries.

/"Who said you should take me out?/" I arch my eyebrow.

/"We're all forced to take out the trash at some point./" He shrugs.

Ouch. I'm actually offended.

/"I have a gun at home, so unless you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning, keep on opening your mouth./" I threaten him with narrowed eyes.

/"You know, most girls would've spilled a milkshake on me,/" he lets out a nervous chuckle.

/"Why mix good food with trash?/"

/"Touché./"

/"I still have the gun though./"

/"I don't doubt that./"

/"Good./"

/"Are you gonna eat those fries?/" I ask Tristan, gesturing to the abandoned fries crying out to me.