Cooking for Desmond

Alana's POV

"Mac and cheese? Are you for real right now?!" I exclaim, snatching the bright yellow box of processed macaroni right out of Desmond's hands. The cardboard crinkles under my tight grip.

"What's wrong with it?" he asks, reaching for the box.

"I thought you were trying to maintain some sort of diet," I point out, dropping the offensive yellow box back onto the metal shelf. "You can'