Snacks

    “Stop here. I’m hungry.”
    “Again, Jase?” He had made us stop five times for snacks already.
     “I’m having a growth spurt. Just stop already. Your passing it!” I was trying to pass it, he was right. But I relented when he added, “Don’t let my hunger turn to hanger. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
     We pulled off and found a diner as far off the beaten path as possible. It was so deserted I wondered how it stayed open. “You two must be lost,” the waitress drawled as we crossed the threshold, “Ain’t seen nobody but a local around here in a long time. Sit wherever. I’ll getcha some coffee.”
     She brought the coffee and Jase sniffed her awkwardly while she poured. I rolled my eyes, “Just do it. Don’t make it weird.”
     “What’s that?” the waitress asked but Jase had already reached a long tenticle out of his human suit and wrapped it around her head.
     “C’mon, Jase. Hurry up before the cook comes out…” my words were too late. He had already come out from the kitchen, pointing a gun at our heads.
     “I don’t know what kind of freaks you are but take your fucking tentacle off of Doris before I aaauuugh…” Jase was good. He had the cook wrapped in his other tentacle in a flash and was two-tenticled-feeding.
     “Jeez, you’re such a pig.” he burped in acknowledgement and dropped his snacks on the floor. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants for effect.
     “I’m soooo full.”
     “Good. I’m tired of stopping. We’ll never get to Nebula Five in time for the race. I should have invited Carol.”
     “Stop. You love me and you know it.” He stood and ushered me back to the ship. “Besides we have only 20 million light years to go. C’mon. We’re almost there. I hear they are having a great spread!”

Originally published on Instagram for Romance Writer Challenge