Huh,Aaren thought.
He glanced at Hades to see if his alpha had noticed. Hades was drinking from his mug, and he had almost finished his sandwich. A few fries were left on his plate.
Fries,Aaren mouthed.
Hades looked at the fry in his hand, and back at Aaren. Then he flicked his fry across the aisle, so it landed on the booth seat next to Aaren’s thigh.
Aaren closed his fist around it and sneaked it into his mouth, extraordinarily pleased.
It was just a fry. But Hades had given it to him just because he wanted it, and he had done so masterfully.
Hades flicked a second fry at him. Aaren dipped it into his milkshake, before chewing on it. “Mmm.”
“How the hell did you get a fry in your milkshake?” Ballus demanded.
Aaren shrugged. “I found it in there.”
Gable coughed.
Ballus looked incredibly offended. He started looking around, waving his hand in the air. “I’m complaining to the manager.”
“What?” Aaren buried his face in his hands. “Please don’t. It’s just a fry.”
“In your milkshake! I knew we shouldn’t have come to this place. It’s such a dump. They can’t even serve their food right.”
Evacuation seemed more likely by the second. Aaren stuffed more cheesecake into his mouth. “I’m perfectly fine with a fry inmy milkshake. It’s not evenyourmilkshake. You don’t need to complain about it.”
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Ballus said, puffing out his chest like the asshole he was.
Aaren finished his cheesecake with an inward cheer. Then he met Gable’s eyes. “Is there anything else you wanted to know?”
Gable shook his head. “I think I’ve got enough.”
Aaren breathed a huge sigh. “Thanks.”
A harried server came over. “Is something the matter?”
“Everything’s fine,” Aaren said.
“My omega found a fry in his milkshake,” Ballus said. “We want a refund.”
Aaren groaned. “No, my milkshake is perfectly fine. I’m enjoying it very much. You’re just trying to make trouble for everyone.”
“You found a fry in it!” Ballus said.
“Because Iputa fry in it.”
Ballus’ face turned purple again. “You lied to me. Where did you even get a fry?”
“I found it.” Gods, Aaren needed to get out of here, away from the eternal embarrassment that was Ballus. He took three large gulps of his milkshake. Then he fished out his wallet and placed some bills on the table—without counting, just because he could afford to now. “I enjoyed my milkshake and cheesecake very much. I found no problems with them. Now, I’m going to leave this place very happily.”
He slid his wallet back into his pocket, shuffled out of the booth, and left Gable, Ballus, and the server staring after him.
Without a backward glance, Aaren stopped by Hades’ table, picking up the remaining corner of his sandwich.
He stuffed it into his mouth and walked out of the restaurant.
Hades whistled appreciatively behind him. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
