'I swear if I turn, my face will definitely bump to him. Doesn't he know the concept of personal space', lamented Violet in her mind while not noticing the corner of her lips stretching upwards into a smile as she watched his hand on hers and his hands slicing on the plate.
"Open up" demanded King as he held the food on Violet's mouth.
"What? Are you FBI?" joked Violet.
"Funny. Come on eat up" retorted King.
"I'm fine. I can eat on my own" said Violet as she tried to grab the fork.
"Be the woman of yo-"
"Ok! Ok, I'll open my mouth" Violet quickly cut him off.
"My turn! Ahhhh" chuckled King.
"Enjoy!" said Violet mischievously as she continuously fed him spoonful after spoonful.
King sped up his chewing and swallowing to keep up with Violet's antics and to not be defeated. And in turn he copied her too. In the end, they are the first to have finished the seventh course.
