Kissy just stared straight ahead at him and blinked. She pursed her lips, turned her head, and gave him the side-line eye. Now, Jesse was a new person to her, but she wanted to know who he thought he was fooling talking like he thought hot guys were boring. "Mm-hmmm." He needed her help. Needed it badly.
She'd start by making his salad taste like a dream. Lettuce would be delicious, lightly sugared wafer. The tomatos soft chocolate with delicious Godiva filling. The red onions would be slivers of stacked dark chocolate. And his cucumbers would be these intense 'gourmet cookies' she had once mixed with this great semi-watery creme she had on her sixteenth birthday. In her head she saw a firm cake/cookie round filled with a rich creme mixed with cherry chocolate juice and poured in the center. Flash backed in the oven on a skillet after covering it in the thinnest layer of drizzled chocolate to seal it in.
She was a total foodie. "Just go on and eat your salad, pizza face." This was how Kissy and her friends interacted, but never out of any sort of meanness really. Besides, it wasn't like he was infested with zits or something.