Nora's POV
A soft moan escapes my lips as I lean back in the booth, my eyes fluttering closed. The taste is absolutely divine.
"Are you and those fries planning to elope?"
I crack one eye open to find Antonia watching me with raised eyebrows, her expression somewhere between amused and horrified.
"Honestly, yes," I retort, grabbing another golden fry and plunging it deep into my vanilla shake. Before taking a bite, I pause to grab the salt shaker, generously coating my milkshake-dipped fry until it glistens.
"I may not eat human food, but even I recognize that combination as fundamentally wrong," Antonia says, slowly shaking her head in disgust. "And revolting."
"It tastes incredible," I declare, shoving the salty-sweet creation into my mouth.
"Well, I think we can officially mark this as your first bizarre pregnancy craving," James chimes in, his face lighting up with barely contained excitement.
