It was 7:03 P.M.

You and Hunter, your best guy friend, were out at a fast food restaurant. You had both gotten a burger and french fries. It wasn't weird to either of you to be alone together. You had seen each other at the most unflattering moments. You would've rather been with Luz, and he would've rathe been with Gus, but besides Luz, Hunter was the closest friend you had. Hunter's relationship with you was the same way. Anyway, you ended up here because Luz and Amity were on a date and Willow and Gus had decided to spend some 'quality time' together.

It was dark outside, you'd been at the restaurant for a little over an hour now. At this point, you were both done eating and you were playing with your food. Sitting across from you was Hunter, staring out the window to his right. 'Gazing whimsically'. A memory of him making fun of you for looking out the window as if in deep though crossed your mind. You stifled a laugh. You stood up from where you sat, your chair making a lazy scraping sound across the tile floor. You took the french fry and walked to the left side of his head. Met with a head of hair, you grabbed a few strands and compared them to the french fry.

"Your hair is the color of this french fry." You said calmly. Hunter was startled, as if he didn't hear you get up, nor see you move over to him. He quickly spun his head around to you.

"What?" He questioned, both slightly amused and genuinely confused but familiar with your antics. He snatched the fry from your hand. "It is not!" He then, as if to somehow prove his point, stuffed the fry into his mouth.