Mal shrugged, “Well, if it’s too much for you, little girl, I understand”, he teased. He knew that a girl who went from doing ollies on a skateboard to riding on the back of a bike, belonging to a boy she’d just met, had the brass ones to handle a bike herself.

A sideways smile split Mal’s face; he was tickled that this little bit of a girl had such an appetite…he loved it! He gave her a soft punch on the arm, “If you can’t finish all of that, don’t worry, I’ll clean up the rest”, he chuckled.

Collecting their food, Malachi led them to a booth in one of the corners, “So, tell me, Colby…”, he chatted, opening his Mexican Pizza, “…what lucky boy at CCI has your heart?” His reddish-brown eyes locked in on her soft blue ones.