 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Silence. Frankie wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Things had been going so well until the conversation rapidly changed to what he was going to be doing after he graduated. He did not know why it had been such a buzzkill. The two of them simply wanted different things, they both always knew that. Perhaps the issue was that graduation would be upon them next year, which meant that they would have to go their own...
Nope. He wasn't going to think about that. Instead, he was just going to focus on eating his sandwich. He ate it significantly slower than he did with the fruit in his cup. The blond kept on glancing around the play area, hoping something interesting would happen so that the sudden awkwardness could vanish. Sammie, dude, this was the time to do something cute.
Instead they were ambushed ... by gnomes, ones that could sing. As soon as the group of them started singing, Frankie knew exactly why they were there, granted they were a bit late in their delivery. His eyes widened, more out of surprise that they were doing this right now with him here. At least she wouldn't suspect that Anonymous was him now, right? Yeah. Maybe.
"Err ... looks like you've got yourself a secret admirer."
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