“Torin, what is wrong with you?!” Tammy rolled her eyes, and snatched his burger from infront of him, placing it on her tray. “You never,” Emphasis, on the word never. “treat a McDonalds burger like that! What is wrong with you?! You don’t pick at the bun, you pick up, and you bite!” And so she demonstrated it.

On his burger.

“Tam,”

“Yes, Princess?”

“That was my burger.”

“Was. It was your burger. You can go buy another one.”

He frowned at her, and got up and went to buy another burger, only returning with a fruit bag. “I decided I didn’t want one.”

“Right. Well you suck.”

“Do I really?” He teased, grinning at his best friend. Or girlfriend. Was he even allowed to think of her as that now? Oh, he wasn’t sure specifically.

“Mmm. Tthis a date, and you should be keeping me happy.”

“Oh really?” He mused, with one eyebrow raised, before flicking a grape at her and watching hit her straight in the face. “Whoopsie. My bad.”

She frowned at him, and picked the ketchup bottle up, squirting it back at him. “Oh. Whoopsie, my bad.”

He laughed along with it though, and squirted the bottles contents into his hands, before patting her head, and ruffling at her hair. “My bad. Red does suit you though.”

She frowned even more, and opened up the burger, splatting it onto his face, before darting behind another person.

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They were kicked out of the resteraunt, and asked not to return to that one, and then asked to pay the cleaning bill. Tammy obviously shook her head, and said she was paying nothing, and it was their own fault for providing the food. Then she was slapped with a fine for criminal damages.

Whoopsie? Torin’s bad, right?