Leon groaned internally. "This is barbaric," he muttered between bites.
Riven grunted something unintelligible in response, still chewing.
By the time the last minute rolled around, Leon had tapped out—leaning back in his seat, a quarter of the sandwich still untouched. He stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. He was absolutely sick of sandwiches at this point.
Riven, on the other hand, powered through, jaw working furiously. The final bite disappeared just as the countdown ticked down to five seconds. A little victory jingle played from the bakery sign.
"How can you eat that much?" Leon asked in worry rather than disgust.
"I'm a growing wolf, I need the nutrients!" Riven managed, pushing the sandwich piece to the side of his mouth.
This was enough for Leon's expression to change from worry to disgust immediately. A growing wolf? Does this man really think he is going through puberty?! He is twenty-two years old!
