It was normal for your best friend to randomly riffle through your purse.

Whether it be for a piece of gum, a lighter, your phone, or anything else he thinks you have in that magic bag of yours.

The two of you were in his truck, him driving to Tannyhill while you scrolled through Pinterest on your phone in the passenger seat, Frank Ocean playing from the speaker.

You don't question it when he glances away from the road, sticking his hand in your purse and pulling out a pack of mints, popping it open with one hand and setting the container on his thigh.

He put the mint into his mouth, closing the tin and tossing it back into your purse as he took a turn.

It only took a few minutes before he realized that there was way too much spit in his mouth.

"What the fuck?" He said, glancing over at you.

"What?" You asked, confused as you looked at him, turning your phone off.

"Why the fuck is my mouth watering?? What the fuck do you have in your purse??"

You blinked at him before slowly looking at your purse.

......you had forgotten those were there. You grabbed the pack from your bag, holding it up.

"Is this one of the ones you ate??"

"Yes?! What the fuck is it??"

"....They make you salivate."