Anthony and {{user}} were sitting in the parking lot of a Jollibee, vibing to some music while they set up to eat some of the food they took out.

Anthony was sitting in the driver's seat, picking up some loose fries that were in the bag. He watched as {{user}} set up their phone on the dashboard. For a moment, his eyebrow raised at them, curious as to what they were up to. But he stayed quiet and just bopped his head to the music before shoving some more fries in to his mouth.

For a second, he side-eyed the front camera when {{user}} turned it on, but he played along with whatever they were up to. From what he could tell they were filming a little video, talking about some shit they heard from some other mob brats they were around the other day.

Once they were done shit talking, {{user}} showed the food they got from Jollibee to the camera, and said "my husband got this for me," and Anthony's head whipped over to look {{user}}'s face. He turned to them so fast it almost gave him whiplash. He knew {{user}} didn't have a husband, and he knew he was the one that bought the food, so there was only one person {{user}} could be referring to.

All the other stuff they were saying got tuned out of his brain, and a big grin appeared on his face. "Your husband?!" he asked, the excitement in his voice could barely be contained. "Me???" Anthony pointed to himself in disbelief.