Chapter 18

When Bob stepped out, Timothy felt timid and asked, "Where are we going?"

Bob replied, "Isn't this supposed to be personal service?"

Timothy unconsciously glanced at the sky and said, "Isn't it a bit too early?"

Bob said, "It's not early. Get in the car."

Not early? It was only four in the afternoon, and it was not early? How long was that service going to last? Holding the bouquet, Timothy got into the car, feeling slightly drained before they had done anything.

'Don't be drained,' Timothy thought. 'You're only 24, young and strong, and he's 12 years older than you—he's the one past his prime.'

He said, "Um, are we going to your place?"

Bob said, "We'll go to the supermarket first."

He glanced at Timothy and said, "Seatbelt."

"Oh, oh…" Timothy quickly fastened his seatbelt. "Why are we going to the supermarket?"

Bob said, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat honey-glazed ribs? We're going to buy ribs."

They had yet to start dating officially, so Bob had not initially planned t