The taste of the meatballs Ryan had bought for us, was completely refreshing. I shut my eyes, smiling like a drunkard. Could meatballs make a person feel on top of the world? Yes.

"You like it that much?" Ryan laughed at me.

I nodded like a maniac. "Very much. It's so… gosh. No words can express it."

"Mind if we get ice cream after this meal?" He offered.

I nodded crazily. "Yes. Ice cream. Vanilla. And strawberry. And chocolate."

He smiled. "Alright."

I grabbed some burnt ends and corn dogs from the plate in front of me, and chewed on them like a hungry goat. Ryan stared at the brown...