"The pasta is amazing Mrs Patter..." his mother glares at me when clearing my throat, I cough out, "I mean, Megan. I love it."
She smiles as Talon, who is sitting across me, and grins. I roll my eyes at him.
"Thanks, dear. I asked the chef to cook something unhealthy because I was too bored of eating healthy all week." She giggles as I smile.
"Not for me." His dad pipes in. "We have a match coming up. Coach wants us to be fit and healthy."
"Mr Patterson," I say. "I can't believe you still play. It's outstanding."
"Thank you, Amara." I notice Talon glares at his father and coughs.
"Yes, son?"
"Her name is Tamara and only I call her Amara." He declares, authoritatively while his parents chuckle. I narrow down my gaze at him and then look away, blushingly.
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