“Wha—Hey!” Ella pulled the plate into the middle on the table, “I still want them, okay? We’ll share them, but I swear if you’re one of those people who squirts ketchup over their fries and not on the side, I’m never sharing any of my food with you ever again.” They said pointing a finger at him sternly. “No… I just— Nobody would go with me, I mean, I even offered to pay and everyone turned me down!” Shaking their head in disbelief, they continued to ponder on why people had turned them down for fries.
Gene shoved another fry on is mouth and shrugged, “I am not that kind of person so we can share. I have a fear of people who squirt ketchup all over their fries.“ he said, chuckling. “Hey, I would go with you and to be honest, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t even ask me. How dare you, Ella.”
