Jen had bought the Kit Kat and a cuppa with her last pennies. She’d fancied chocolate to go with her peaceful read.
He hadn’t asked if he could sit in front of her, but when he’d opened the wrapper and taken a finger of chocolate, she’d seen red. She’d carefully put her bookmark back in her book and placed it in her bag. She’d then taken the three remaining chocolate fingers and stuffed them in her mouth. Her tea was still hot; she’d scalded the roof of her mouth.
The only problem was, when she got home, she found her Kit Kat at the bottom of her bag.