- VANESSA -
After taking a bite of the sandwich, a corner of which has been dipped in milk, and feeling the soft texture in my mouth, I stop chewing and stare at Dominik. Do I really have to swallow this?
The disgust must be evident, because he chuckles and puts his own half of the sandwich down.
"You don't like it?"
Instead of answering, I move it around in my mouth once, trying to decide if it's worth forcing it down. That only makes him laugh more, but there is nowhere to spit this out, so I force it down and give him a weak smile.
"It's great."