■■■ groak
______young teenager | elite gymnastics trainee

Q watched her boyfriend eat his pancakes intently. She couldn’t have pancakes now, she had gymnastics training early tomorrow morning. Her coach could always tell when she’d had too many carbs the day before, and she wasn’t in the mood for long lectures about healthy eating. She was thin, she was fit, whatever.

But she really wanted those pancakes.

Benzi waved his fork in front of her eyes. "Serial groaker, you are," he said, shaking his head as he wolfed down yet another massive portion of pancakes. Q watched him take her plate, cut up a decent portion of his dessert, put far too much maple syrup on top and grinned as he handed it back to her.

Best boyfriend, hands down.

"You’re very handsome when you give me your food," Q remarked as she dug into her portion, a very happy camper. "By the way, don't forget, you promised that you'd come over this weekend. Mum and Dad are having the Wallaces over and I want to introduce you to Noel. He's got this band, they need a drummer. I think you guys will like each other."