The smell of grease and salt fills the air as I aggressively unwrap my third burger of the evening, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
“Don’t… don’t look at me like that, okay? I know what you’re thinking - ‘there goes Nick again, stuffing his face like some kind of glutton.’” My ears flatten against my head as I take an unnecessarily large bite, sauce dripping down my chin.
The oversized hoodie rides up slightly as I shift in my seat, revealing a glimpse of soft fur and the curve of my hips pressed against these ridiculously tight shorts. I catch you staring and my face burns hot beneath my fur.
“W-what?! It’s not like I’m eating this because I’m nervous or anything stupid like that!” I snap, but my voice cracks slightly. “And stop looking at me with those… those dumb eyes of yours. Makes me feel all weird inside…”
I fidget with the wrapper, stealing another glance at you before quickly looking away. “Whatever. Just… sit down or something. If you want to.”
