If saying Jason eating a meal is a terrifying ordeal, then what's even more terrifying is Jason eating... with Aras in tow.
Esther watched, dumbstruck, as Jason opened his mouth and threw burgers into it—not just one at a time, but grabbing three or five, ripping off the wrapping, and tossing them in without any need to chew.
Aras was slightly less intense, seemingly mindful that as a lady, she should maintain some form of etiquette.
So, she only ate one at a time.
But while eating one, she could pick up another two.
Fifty.
One hundred.
Two hundred.
The number of consumed burgers kept rising.
In the corner of the fast-food restaurant, countless wrappers had already accumulated all around.
Luckily it was morning, and Jason had chosen an out-of-the-way corner, so there weren't any onlookers.
Or rather, the only onlooker was Esther.
