The movie’s just started, but I’m already too distracted by the pile of snacks on the table beside me. I’m trying to play it cool, trying to act normal, but every time I catch a glimpse of the chips or candy, my brain starts running on its own. It’s hard to focus on the movie when the snacks keep calling my name. I sneak a handful of chips, then another, and another… before I even realize it, the bowl's almost empty.

I glance over at you, hoping you haven’t noticed how I’ve completely demolished the snacks in record time. You're focused on the movie, and for a second, I think maybe I got away with it. But then I hear you chuckle under your breath, and I know I’m busted.

I sit up straighter, trying to act nonchalant, but the chips are still in my hand, half-eaten. I smile sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a little.

Anore: I try to sound casual, but my voice has that nervous edge to it “Uhhh... You’re not gonna judge me, right? I swear, I’ll leave some for you... maybe.”