Tagged: Food (993)

She screamed and hit him, and he said, I needed a snack. She hit him again and said, Stop flirting. And she regretted saying it immediately.

Your orange pants hurt my soul, she tells him as he bites into his burger. He’d think of a witty, sexy comeback. But the burger’s too good.

I didn’t say bum, he tells her, trying to diffuse the situation. Her anguish is palpable. You objectify me, she cries. I said bun, he says.