NovelEnglishWhen I opened WhatsApp, I saw a message from someone named "HonorBound". The message simply said, "I'm Officer Jason." That kind of serious nwasn't something a regular person would use. I tried to remember if I knew this person and realized that it might be the officer who gavethe death certificate yesterday.
I didn't get his last name, but he was the only cop I'd talked to recently. Plus, he had askedfor my phone number. I figured that if he needed something, he'd messageagain.
I opened my Whatchat with Lisa and sent her a message. "When you're in a relationship, you should play a little hard to get and act cute. Right now, you're like an iron woman. How will you make a guy want to protect you?" After sending the message, I looked at Lisa, but she didn't react at all, like she didn't even have her phone. Anyway, I didn't expect her to reply right away. I just wanted to give her a tip for next time. Brandon then said, "Stop messing around and eat." "Okay," I replied, and started eating my pasta.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMy throat still hurt, so I didn't eat much. The fruit juice was really soothing, though it would've been perfect if it were chilled.
I wasn't very hungry, so I just sipped my juice and played around, while Brandon ate seriously.
Even though he looked rough, he had good table manners. He ate really fast. He finished his pasta quickly and left no crumbs behind.
This was how he always ate, not just today. I knew it was a habit for him, like how my parents taughtto clean my plate when I was a kid.
I remembered that, but I didn't always do it. I guessed that was just my way of rebelling.
Not only did I ignore the rule myself, but seeing Brandon clean his plate so well, I couldn't help but tease him, "Brandon, finishing your food is good, but you go overboard. At ne? home, it's fine because it makes cleanup easier, but here people might think you're starving and can't afford more." "It's not about not being able to afford about not needing i r pasta. Colet Brandon said, reaching over to take my belongs Even though he'd taken my leftovers before, this was a restaurant. "Brandon..." "It doesn't matter what others think. Wasting food is wrong," he said firmly.
I didn't have anything to say, so I just watched him finish my pasta.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I nudged his leg with my foot. He stopped eating and looked atwith a serious expression.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and said, "Stop messing around." I bit down on my straw and sipped my juice with a smile.
"Laughing while drinking will make you choke," Brandpix warned. The NO content is on novelenglish.net!
I didn't listen and teased him, "Choking might be fun Then, you'd Vel have to givemouth-to-mouth." A series of hacking coughs sounded.
I didn't choke, but Brandon did.
Seeing him like that madelaugh even more. Then, suddenly, a shado appeared behind me,
got so startled that I almost knocked over my juice, én sw X
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