🍴 jack and vera
“I simply won’t eat it.”
“Then I simply won’t care if you pass out from hunger along the side of the road!”
Vera glared across the table at Jack Lewis who matched her with an equally unhappy gaze. This first trip together had been nothing short of a disaster. Now, sitting in the safe house Vera had been convinced was a potting shed, they had come to blows of the dinner Jack had prepared that evening.
“Can you even cook for yourself?” Jack asked. Vera did not reply. Jack shrugged and reached across the table, grabbing the plate and pulling it over towards him, where he began eating as if nothing about it were out of character.
“Excuse me!” Vera exclaimed, astonished. Jack looked up at her.
“Can I help you?”
“You don’t just take someone else’s food! Its incredibly rude!” Vera proclaimed. Jack chuckled, pausing to use his fork to pick some food that had gotten stuck in between his teeth. Vera thought she might faint.
“Doesn’t seem to matter if said person had proclaimed they aren’t eating it,” Jack informed her. “Plus… don’t know if you’ve noticed, sweetheart, there isn’t anyone else around,” he held up his arms to gesture to the empty room. “And I don’t think the undead give a shit about my manners.”
Vera was silent for a few moments.
“Its Miss Knight, if you please,” she snapped, standing up and marching into the small room (if you could even call it that) and slamming the door shut behind her.