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TWENTY SEVEN. ( hopelessly devoted to you. )
Emmy watched in pure disbelief as Johnny shoved a single chopstick into one of the sushi rolls. "Are you kidding?"
"That's one way to do it," Miguel commented.
Johnny then took a sniff of the food, reeling back with a grimace. "What the hell is this shit?"
Miguel chuckled. "It's a dragon roll. So basically, you have some fresh avocado, some chopped up cucumber, some snow crab, and unagi on top."
"Un-what? "Unagi"?"
"Freshwater eel," Emmy informed him, grabbing one from the plate and dropping it into her mouth.
"Eel? People actually eat the crap?"
"It's good!" Emmy elbowed his side.
"Just have an open mind," Miguel told him.
"All right, just take a picture, okay?" Emmy rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day, grabbing her cup of lemon water and taking a long sip through the straw.
"This is ridiculous. What if she wants to do these types of things with you, only to find out that you don't have a single hobby?" she asked him.
"Shut your mouth, Pinky," he said.
"Told you to stop calling me that," she grumbled as Miguel began to take the pictures. She immediately reeled back in disgust as he took a bite, causing the entire roll to fall apart. And once Miguel got all the pictures he needed, he immediately spat the roll out. "Seriously? Do you know how expensive sushi is these days?"
Johnny grabbed a napkin, aggressively wiping his mouth. "All right, I'm gonna go wash my mouth out. You want that?"
