Travis

He wrapped the towel around his waist and began walking away.

"That's not what I meant, you're never too old for me." I tried convincing him as I saw that he had returned back to frowning.

We got to the room and then I spotted the meal at the corner of a couch, where a table sat.

Did I forget to mention that his room looks like a living room?

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Very well sir." Honestly, I've been trying to hide my grumbling stomach for a while now.

"Suit yourself." He pointed to the meal.

I was truly hungry, but why would he let me eat...