“I love that restaurant,” Zeke folded his arms behind his head as he walked, looking up at the clear night sky, “they always do such lovely little starters. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Emmett smiled falsely. ‘Little’ had been the operative word in that sentence, because the food had been fancy and tiny, more like splashes on a plate costing far too much than actual food. To compound the problem he had been due to have another proper sized meal, but had forgone it in order to maintain his sculpted