 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Chewy goodness, that's what that brownie was. He couldn't help but lick his lips every now and then, just to make sure that he got every crumb and bit of chocolate into his mouth. He licked his fingers too, his eyes looking back at the plate of brownies. Could he sneak another of those delightfully lovely sweets? It was tempting. VERY tempting...
But he did not slide back to the table for a second brownie. Instead he turned his full attention back to Hady, catching her wink just in time (he gave one in return and opted to not answer her questions for she already knew the answers), and grabbed one of her carrot sticks. Frankie hoped that he wouldn't mind; he was still hungry and there was no way he'd be able to resist temptation if he went back to get more food. Sharing was caring, right?
"It's only fair for you to have an espresso shot," he said before he dipped the stick in some of her dressing and popped it in his mouth. Chomp, chomp, chomp! "That'd make us even."
He continued chewing away, though a sudden feeling rapidly overcame him. Blue eyes darted around the room in search for someone. The blond swallowed as stood on his tippy-toes just to make sure that the person wasn't missed. A quiet whimper escaped him. Where was she? Was she hiding behind those trophies over there? Why wasn't she standing here with him? He wanted to be with her right now!
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