Did I mention I don’t like tomatoes? Yes. I know that’s what ketchup is made of. He picked up one of the slippery-looking red, seedy slices and shoved it in his mouth. Trent didn’t like ketchup, but he loved tomatoes. As he chewed, he angled his plate so the fries and the ketchup were within reaching distance. I reached over and plucked a fry off his plate, dunked it in the ketchup, and shoved it in my mouth. I always ate half his fries.
This is totally boyfriend behaviour 😭
