Date [2]

Apparently, the vendor stall was a branch of Liam's parents' restaurant.

He was helping out after he was relieved of his duties in their horror house.

Truth be told, Brandon hadn't had a single meal since last night at the tavern.

"Enjoy."

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

And once the enticing aroma of the grilled pork reached his nose, he immediately devoured it.

Munch. Munch.

"Slow down…"

Shaking her head, Amelia bit into her food.

This persisted for the next few minutes. 

The two ate in silence. The only sound that reached their ears were the idle chatter and laughter from the people around them.

Time passed slowly, and the two enjoyed each other's company. Not a single exchange occurred.

But that was until Brandon finished his food first.

"Pftt…"

A strange sound escaped Amelia's lips.

Blinking his eyes, Brandon looked at her.

"What…?"

"Your lips."