Chapter 8：Sh-Shut up! (1/2)

”Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to hold myself back from laughing? Your mind looks like it's going a thousand times a second. If only you could see how your eyes are darting around like crazy!” While taking a peek at my face, Jett tries to hide his smile behind his curled hand.

Not minding how I'll most LIKELY be stuttering a bit, I manage to tell him, ”Sh-Shut up! I still need to update you anyway. Th-That's what you want to know about, r-right?”

”Yeah, of course! I'll be waiting right here then.”

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By the time I got back to our booth, the food has already been laid out on the table.

It looks like Jett has already told them to wrap up Honey's portion for me inside a take out container. There's now a white plastic bag beside my leather tote.

My eyes glaze over as soon as I spot my meal on the table.

It looks so perfect!

Getting my smartphone out of my pocket, I was about to take a photo when Jett's face is suddenly in view, grinning like a naughty kid.

Huh. He wants his photo taken too?

Sure, whatever, I guess.

Pushing my plate closer to him, I move back a little to get a better angle.

Click.

”Awesome. I'll be tagging you in my social media then; I hope you don't mind!”

”Of course not.”

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I drag the plate back that has a hamburger steak with my name on it, closer to me.

While softly clapping my hands together once excitedly, I say, ”Okay, done! Now, where were we? ... Ah, yes, life update. Yup. Sooo... hmm, where do I begin? Well, you already know about my career since you're the person I'll be spending the most time with aside from whoever I'll be handling.”

I grab a spoon and dig in.

Taking my first bite with my mouth curving upwards, I experience a bit of juicy and flavor-filled heaven. I do all I can to hold back a soft moan and swallow. ”I'm living in my apartment. You already know that celebrity managers make enough money IF and when successful, and I'm great at saving - so I bought it outright.”

Noticing that I accidentally smeared some sauce on myself, I lick it off my upper lip. Which, of course, earns a snicker from Jett, and I give him another ominous look.

”As you already know how dad's like, I decided against staying with them as I'd rather not get stressed out by being around him on top of being already all tuckered out from work. Our hours are weird too, so I don't want my family worrying or whatever when my schedule goes all out of whack.”

I take another spoonful and chew before I start again.