Jack was definitely up for pizza too, so he eagerly followed Tamara over to the pizza stand. If there was one thing that he could eat, day or night, regardless of how soon his last meal had been, it was pizza. He ordered three slices: two cheese and one pepperoni, as well as a soda, and by the time he and Tamara had found an empty picnic table in the eating area that had been set up in between that stand and the food trucks, one of his cheese slices had already disappeared. Once they were seated, he carefully (and it was done so carefully, on purpose), set Tamara's bear down on the table, and started on another slice. "So you mentioned that you were..." In the moment, he couldn't remember what country that Tamara said she had been in over the weekend. He knew that it was an Asian one, but the specific location, be couldn't recall. Rather than seem like a politically incorrect ass and just call all of it China, he watched his words a little bit more closely, as he continued, "travelling this weekend, right? Where'd you end up going, again?" Jack had been raised in a very average community, filled with your "typical" Americans. He was a part of the middle class and honestly, he liked it that way. His childhood had been simple, his parents were good and modest people, and things were plain, but in a way that left him content. He wasn't someone like Tamara, who seemed to be jet setting across the globe every other weekend, and though he thought that was cool for her to do, he wasn't necessarily jealous. They were two people who lived very different lives and came from different walks of life, but during times like these, they were equals. Or, at least, Jack didn't think of her as being better than him, just because her parents had money. He had a lot of respect for whoever it was, in her family tree, who began their legacy, but anyone could be born into money. That was a "luck of the draw" kind of thing, and to Jack, it took your own accomplishments to earn respect like that. Luckily for Tamara, she was very likable on a personal level, so she had won him over in that aspect anyway.
He took a bite out of the gooey, greasy slice of pepperoni pizza he had ordered, and obnoxiously moaned in delight as he pulled at the slice a bit harder, to break off the string of cheese that had been anchoring his bite down to the slice. It wasn't as amazing as some of the real Italian places in Miami, but right now, this tasted like the best thing that Jack had ever eaten. To him, greasy and cheesy was just about all he needed, and mixed with the cold soda he had ordered, he felt like he was in heaven. Sitting across from a girl who was beautiful enough to seem angelic helped with that fantasy, too. "Good call on this pizza," he nodded, in between another bite, glancing at his phone as he spoke, and reading Lorraine's text. He wasn't surprised that she declined his invite to hang out, since she knew he was with Tamara, and it was actually the response he was expecting. It didn't warrant a response, though, so he turned his gaze back to Tamara, and added, "I've got to admit: I'm surprised that you've stuck around this long today. The rest of the prom queens aren't sending out a search team looking for you as we speak, are they?" Once the rush week events started tomorrow, with the Alpha and Beta party, Jack guessed that the houses would become more and more segregated, so he wasn't complaining about getting to spend some time with his favorite Alpha before that happened. He was just surprised that Tamara hadn't bailed on him yet, in favor of her girl friends.