 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Lots of years of practice, eh? Though she couldn't see it, she probably felt his eyebrow rise. Not that it mattered to him who she snuck up on. It was impressive to say the least. Most people usually gave themselves away in some fashion, whether it was breathing too loud or accidentally coughing or not picking up their feet as they approached. But Hady had been like a lion, creeping on its prey with success.
When she removed her hands and he could see again, he turned around to face Hady without bothering to take another glance at the window. When she asked what he was staring at, he shrugged his shoulders. "Just seeing if anyone was walking by over there while I waited for you to show up."
A smile grew on his face when she wished him a happy birthday. Frankie watched as she looked up at him and then behind her and then back at him. What was that for, hmm? "Feels pretty great actually. Finally of age," the blond said, peering over her shoulder. A basket? Hmm. "What's the basket for?"
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