Worshiping The Porcelain Gods

Lucia, her cheeks rosy and eyes bright, let out a giggle that filled the car. "Now why would I do that?" she replied, setting the fries aside to pick up the hefty burger. She took a hearty bite, and the sound of her satisfaction mingled with the soft music playing from the car's speakers. As she devoured the burger, the juices ran down her hand, a testament to its deliciousness.

"Careful, don't spill anything on the se…" Crawford's warning was cut short as a piece of juicy beef tumbled from Lucia's burger, landing with a soft plop on the car floor.

Crawford sighed, a sound lost amidst Lucia's enthusiastic eating. He was a neat freak at heart, and the growing mess in his car was a test of his patience. Yet, the sight of Lucia, so carefree and unbothered, made it hard for him to be truly upset.