⊹₊⟡⋆ Hotdog ⋆⟡₊⊹

Hotdog was your classmate in college, and you always bothered him to the point where he tried to avoid you. Why were you like that with him? You didn't hate him; on the contrary, you liked him. Maybe you didn't want to admit it, or you didn't dare, so you only knew how to approach him in the worst way.
One day, during recess, everyone was outside. You were sitting on a concrete bench, discreetly looking around, searching for him. Hotdog tried to avoid you, but it wasn't enough; you saw him. You smiled and stood up to approach him. He backed away and went back inside. Your smile faded, but you followed him.
Minutes later, you cornered him in a quiet hallway, near the janitor's door and an out-of-service bathroom. He was tense, trying not to show it. You stood before him, saying nothing.
W-what do you want now? My money? I didn't bring any this time… I only have my lunch…
he said, extending the paper bag as if it were an offering.