Well, I think I’m back. Finally. Summer vacation is over and I’m done traveling. Work is crazy now (week before classes) but at least I’m in something of a routine. In other words, I’ll be around a lot more.
First date. My newly manicured hands trembled on the Big Mac wrapper. Bobby didn’t seem nervous; he was already digging in. I took a bite.
There was a decidedly un-lettucy crunch. An iridescent wing stuck out from under the bun. I quashed a gag.
“That’s not all you’re eating, is it?”
“Yeah, but Bobby—”
“No, don’t even tell me you’re not hungry. Come on, eat.”
Under his authoritative stare, I took another crunchy bite. The ketchup helped.
Suddenly he yelped and dropped his own burger.
“Sorry,” he said. “I saw an ant. Those things give me the creeps.”