Jack had tried to help but she was doing fine, it seemed.
Still he went to grab two plates and napkins, and it wasn’t long until the two were leaning against the bench top in the kitchen, eating the pizzas and garlic bread. And drinking soda.
“I really need to get a table…”
Cheese was leaking from her slice to her mouth and she tried her best to break it off but some of it ended up on her chin and she frowned down at it. “I-I could always give you mine. I don’t use it much except as a place to hold my photo’s.”
She always ate on her couch or at her desk after all.
“I don’t have room for them…” Jack said, looking out into the lounge where all his art things were. They even gradually moved into his poor kitchen, which had a few paintings on the walls and art brushes in glasses and jars. He didn’t evn have a couch so when he ate, he mostly did it standing up with Roxy down around his ankles.
Like now. Only now Stella was with her, both giving the two the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.
“No, pizza’s bad for you.” he said to the two dogs. “You’ll get sick.”
Jack Maple 