“Did you now? You a mind reader?” “Nope. You’re just predictable.” I grab the nearest item and chuck it his way. “Did you just…did you just throw a fucking potato at me? In the middle of the store?”
“You’re very opinionated about what I’m putting in my mouth.” His eyebrows shoot up and his lips quirk into a twisted smirk as I realize what I just said. “Oh god, I didn’t mean dicks, Caleb. I meant food.”