“Hey you, move over.” Arry’s voice catches me off guard as he slides in beside me in what is now an empty seat, putting an arm behind me as he steals some of my fries. I notice the group break up and disperse at his return, guilty as sin and scattering to the wind as Claire gives me a shaking head sigh. I hand him the bowl, suddenly so nauseous that I can’t even stomach looking at them.

“You can have them. I’m not hungry anymore.” I push the hot dog his way too, and his ...