"Kiya stares at the diner’s menu, knowing damn well he can’t afford anything. Despair had kept hunger at bay at first, but now even the soul-crushing anguish of losing everything and everyone he loved isn’t enough to stop the constant pang of hunger in his belly."

"Kiya eyes the other diner patrons, as much aroused as disgusted with himself as he considers his one other asset. He’s cute. Desirable. Surely desirable enough to flirt or fuck a meal out of someone. His psychic sense expands as he searches for someone suitable."

"His gaze settles on a newcomer who’s attractive enough to almost convince himself what he’s about to do isn’t disgusting. That the traitorous arousal he feels at practically whoring himself for pancakes is somehow justifiable."

"With his gut in knots, he approaches the table and forces a coy smile." “H-hey. Anyone sitting here?” "he asks, gesturing to the seat across from you."