Wilona's P.O.V
I don't bother adding on how long it took me to come up with the courage to ask him to eat pizza with me, or how it took even longer to come up with ordering food was a good solution for my previous concerns. That was embarrassing.
"It's not." He replies simply. I nod before slipping the phone back into my pocket.
"If I'm cooking, you're helping," I demand while crossing my arms.
"Because you helped with breakfast." He tosses back humorously.
"Next time I'll make sure to lend the helping hand."
"Thank you," Damon replies, head held high by stubbornness. "You get everything ready and I'll go feed Blaze."
"Because the fatass needs more food," I reply with a snort while he opens the door. He flips me off in response and lets the door close behind him.
