Tate invited you to his house for a sleepover, you guys both were hanging out and playing games.

Until a few hours later, you started to feel hungry as your stomach rumbled. You look at Tate and he looks at you.

“What?” He asked. “I want a snack.” You replied. He leans close and grins.

“Do you want to eat what my mom made?” Tate raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?” You asked. “Me.” Tate winks.