Adding Fuel to the Fire

Geale narrowed his eyes at Quin as they sat on one of the outdoor tables overlooking the beach. The man dragged him to several food stalls in the night market, gathering skewered meats, wraps, and refreshing beverages before finding a spot where they could dine on their own.

Quin groaned in delight as he munched on the big chunk of meat he bit off from one of the skewers in his hand. "Their spice mix is incredible! And the meat is so juicy. I really love their stall."

"You've been saying that for the past five minutes," Geale bitterly muttered.

"Which isn't long," Quin childishly defended. "You, on the other hand, haven't touched your food."

"I had them wrapped for takeaway for a reason." They're little walk away from the hotel for snacks was starting to resemble those casual dates Geale read about in romance comics and he wasn't happy. He only wanted Marnthe seated beside him, chowing down on mouthwatering skewers with him and basking in the beautiful moonlight.