The rain dancing off of the roof of the car in its buoyant glory distracted Natalie for only a moment before she turned and looked to Kenton at her side. By now, he had managed to eat half of his bacon sandwich, a third of his shake, and the entire carton of his fries; leaving her frustrated at the moaning and slurping sounds at her side, while she wished for nothing more than answers.
“You really SHOULD eat something. I know you-You’re probably living off of coffee and dollar tuna packets.” Her eyes narrowed as he was precise; the only food she was able to afford without having to ask for a financial favor for his father or her mother. However, she had no intention of him learning his assumption was correct, and so she kept her brows furrowed and her lips in a hard line.
“I just want
