“What? Its really really good!” He defended himself, trying to mask the embarrassment of being caught with his mouth chock full of chicken wings. The ball was in full swing, and normally, Rowan would be sitting quietly in a corner watching the room fill and marvel, or silently chuckle depending on his thoughts on the creations on the people who walked trough the door. But he was hungry, and his date seemed to be tied up talking to someone else. Which was totally fine, but his stomach could clearly not wait another minute.











