"You want to eat now?" He asked as he lifted an eyebrow conspiratorially. "You rebel, you. I didn't think you had it in you." Thankfully, his manager trusted him enough to allow him to close these days without supervision. Why, Anthony had no idea. Maybe it was because of his spectacular arse. "Make us a spot, Rivers. It isn't like we lack a variety of surfaces to place shite on over here at the Paper Store." Sarcasm dripping, Anthony finished the menial task he was set on finishing before joining her.
"So what's in them? You had better say meat. None of that egg salad bull."