"I don't like labels." Jack slyly remarked. "But just out of curiosity, what would you peg me as...?" He ripped another impossibly large bite from the funnel cake, which most definitely did not need strawberries, chocolate, or any of that crap.
Just as Jack began formulating whatever the next annoying, pseudo-passive-aggressive, or just downright creepy comment would be, a voice cut through the crowd, calling Kitty's name.
"Hmph" Jack snorted, in a sort of fake irritation. "Looks like you're little-miss popular tonight, Kitty."