62 The Eat-in (pt. 2)

"Vogue?" Jason thanked the waitress for the dishes and looked at my cellphone again. "Why do they want an interview with us?" 

"Because we're all over the internet and they want anything that'll boost their sales even though they're one of the most coveted brands," I was out of breath by the time I finished my sentence and blinked to find a fork with a piece of lamb and some greens on it in front of my face. Was he feeding me? "What are you doing?" 

"Giving you nourishments. Open," Jason was smiling and I gave him a weird look but opened my mouth nonetheless. "Good girl." 

"Shut up, Jason," I grumbled, even though the act was cute in my opinion. "Should I accept the interview? It's for next Thursday." 

"Today's Tuesday, right? Yeah, go ahead, I can see how much this means to you," he gave a half hearted shrug before taking a bite of his cod. "And it'll be fun."