Justin blinked as the spoon heâ€™d been about to dunk into the milkshake left his hand. Laughing as he saw his mate had stolen it. Soon he was amused with how eagerly she dug into that chocolate lava cake. Not that he could blame her. That cake was the bomb. It was the best cake he had ever tasted. So soft. So moist. So fluffy. So filled with chocolate. He had a bit of a sweet tooth. Her ability to take rapid bites look graceful was breathtaking. He took his straw and began sucking his milkshake from the cup. He watched her slow down when her best friend commented upon her wolfing it down. No pun intended. He looked to Jared. â€œThey have a sugar free milkshake. Next time you should try it if you arenâ€™t that into sugar drinks.â€ He said. Resuming sucking his milkshake from the cup.<br/><br/>He looked to Gypsy. â€œIt is the wolf in her.â€ He said in amusement. He would be wagging his tail right now if it was out. She had leaned into him and he enjoyed the physical contact. He nodded his head when she offered him a bite. Moving his head and took it off the held out spoon. Taking his mouth off and chewed. â€œMmmmmmmmmmm just like I remembered it.â€ He said and nuzzled her cheek afterwards. â€œThank you Gypsy.â€ He said with a smile. He looked at her friend as he spoke. â€œBe safe Jared.â€ He said in a serious voice. Looking back at Gypsy. Just like he would keep her safe. Now and from whatever had Jared so nervous. He would keep their conversation and the events between him a secret from Gypsy. He wanted to keep her happy not ruin her good mood. He liked seeing her happy.<br/><br/>He watched her blush and chuckled. He waited until she finished eating and he had finished the last drops of his milkshake to unravel them from each other. Moving out of the seat and lightly pulled her along. Just to the edge of the seat. He knelt down his back facing her so she could climb onto his back. â€œClimb on Gypsy. Our walk begins right after I pay for my bill.â€ He said with a chuckle. He waited patiently for her to climb on. Looking forward to giving her this piggy back ride. He was good at maintaining balance and speed while doing so. He had had to do this in the war zone to get injured comrades out of the line of fire and quickly. He shook his head to keep from going back down memory lane. That was the bad part of the war. The part of him that still affected him. The result of all those battles. At times he relived them in his head. Relived parts of them. It would never affect his skill in battle though.