Chapter 40 Lucas Hardinson Street

• I yanked my head towards him with wide eyes, my mouth gaping at his remark. I immediately recomposed myself and cleared my throat, straightening back on my seat as I looked at him. "No thanks, I'd rather choke to death on some tiny little chicken." I retorted and he laughed. "Let me guess, you're most likely hungry." The smirk was laced along his voice and I gritted my teeth.
• This guy is so annoying. My sarcastic comments are backfiring onto me. "I'm sorry to pop your bubble, but I'm not." I said, tapping my feet on the car floor. The wind was still bustling my hair so I yanked it away, and placed it beside my neck.
• "Are you sure? I don't think I saw you coming down to eat earlier." His voice was mixed with worry right now. I felt him glance at me for a brief moment before returning his gaze back on the road. "I—I . . . It's fine. I can survive —" my sentence was cut off by the loud gurgling coming from somewhere, I looked around and the guy, I'm surprised I still haven't asked the name of, chuckled at me.