Sitting side by side, she looks up at me shyly, “Bon appetit.” Together, we take our first bites. And my soul leaves my body. “Fuck, Maddie,” I groan, shoving another bite into my mouth. “It’s okay?” she holds a hand in front of her mouth as she asks, trying to cover the fact she’s talking with her mouth full. “Not okay.” I shove another bite into my mouth, having no such compunction about talking around food. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
