"Thanks for serving me dinner." Spencer cuts off another large bite of his chicken.
I shrug while looking down at my plate. It's a chicken breast with some broccoli from a frozen bag on the side. "After the lunch you made, this is no big deal."
Spencer takes another bite of his chicken and moans while chewing. I've never had a man moan about my cooking before.
We ate lunch in his apartment, and while it was only a sub, it was a delicious sub. All the ingredients were there: tomatoes, lettuce, mayo, cucumbers, and olives. Total perfection. One of those subs you could make at home yourself but are always too lazy.
"That's where you're wrong. I didn't make lunch. I pulled out what Anessa sent me home with last night."
"Oh." One million thoughts run through my head as my fork stops its pr
