(Bit bougie, isn't it? Alyssa's not here for that, she's after the really shitty white marshmallows, the kind that get powder all over you. She's thinking about that when the sound of his knife on the chopping board stops and when she glances over expectantly, she catches him staring at his hands.
The mood's a bit off, but only for a second. Alyssa blinks, unsure if she imagined it or not.)
Thanks. (She slides off her stool and over to the fridge, peering inside. There are a few boxes in here, which she dutifully reads the names of (and peeks into one), before she takes her own to look inside.)
This looks really good. (Like, eating wise but also apology wise.)
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(Bit bougie, isn't it? Alyssa's not here for that, she's after the really shitty white marshmallows, the kind that get powder all over you. She's thinking about that when the sound of his knife on the chopping board stops and when she glances over expectantly, she catches him staring at his hands.
The mood's a bit off, but only for a second. Alyssa blinks, unsure if she imagined it or not.)
Thanks. (She slides off her stool and over to the fridge, peering inside. There are a few boxes in here, which she dutifully reads the names of (and peeks into one), before she takes her own to look inside.)
This looks really good. (Like, eating wise but also apology wise.)