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"What would you like to eat?" He asks.

I couldn't actually read any of the options. They were foreign and weren't Spanish. I learnt Spanish in school so I knew how to speak it but I had never learnt French.

I think it was French.

"Uh, I would like to have escargot,"

He looks at me, sceptical, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I said, nervously smiling.

It was really awkward. I had talked to him before but right now there was this wall between us.

He was probably thinking that this date was boring and he wouldn't go out on another.

Unfortunately for me.

A waiter comes again and Mike gives him my order and his order.

"Have you come here before?" I ask.

"Yes." He said.

He's a fuckboy, of course he's come here before!

That means he invited me here for pussy! And I am not just some pussy he can put on a fucking trophy.

Realising this, I decided to pour water on him and get out.

But then I realised that he's giving me expensive food for free.
So I'm not doing that.

Instead, we patiently waited for our food and the moment it came, I dug in like a starving man.

It tasted like heaven in my mouth.

I moaned in pleasure. (Don't take this out of context)

"This is so good," I exclaimed, "what is it?"

"Snail."

I then scraped every morsel of it off my tongue.

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