Xavier's pov
If a month before someone had told me I would end up eating a huge bowl of spaghetti in a hurricane shelter at 5 AM with my mate, I would have literally laughed in their face.
And yet... here I was, smiling like an i***t as I watched Emily devour a bowl twice the size of mine... and twice spicier. When I'd seen her adding all of that chili pepper in her spaghetti, I'd almost had a heart attack, but she looked totally unaffected by it.
"How the hell are you being able to eat that?" I asked her. "You added so much chili peppers you should burn!"
She just shrugged. "I like it," she said. "Sometimes, I like to put some jalapenos slices in my morning toast".
"You're crazy," I chuckled, shaking my head. "Crazy like a fox".
Emily rolled her eyes, smirking. "I'm actually a wolf
