Warm light stretched across the worn wooden bench that you and Lukas were sat on. His takeout box was steaming in the air and all you could smell was chow mein. Bikes rolled by, leaves rustled in the breeze and the distant hum of streets vendors filled your ears. You were so damn hungry and Chinese food was all you could go for, so, out of nowhere, you snatched your best friend’s takeout box and chopsticks, stuffing your face. “Jeo, you idiot!” He groaned and watched as you ate HIS food.
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