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It was such a small thing, a ridiculous thing, and yet it made my throat tight. "Thank you, Derek." "You're welcome. Now eat it before Michael gets here and steals it. He has no respect for named pastries." Michael wheeled past right on cue, spotted the tray, and immediately changed course. "Are those new? What are they? Can I have one?" "They're lemon blueberry, and yes, but that specific one is named the Adeline and it's not for you." Derek pointed at my muffin like it was a protected artifact. "You named a muffin after Adeline? That's sweet. Can I have a muffin named after me?"

“You can’t exactly get addicted to strawberry milkshakes every single day. My flavor? That is available on demand. Twenty-four seven.” “Besides,” Zack adds, his voice dropping to a husky murmur that is meant for her ears alone. “You can’t exactly get addicted to strawberry milkshakes every single day. My flavor? That is available on demand. Twenty-four seven.” He picks up his burger and finally takes a bite of his beef burger, chewing slowly while his green eyes never left hers. “You are thinking about it, are you not?” he challenges between bites. “Wondering how much better my taste would be compared to this sweet stuff.” The waitress sets down the takeout box of brownies on the table witho

The blue matches his eyes. “Let us show them.” We cook. Team. I mix the batter. Eggs. Milk. Flour. Vanilla. Fluffy. Perfect. He heats the pan. Butter. Sizzle. Golden. I flip. High. Catch. Lila claps. “Again!” she says. Zephyr makes compote. Berries in pot. Blueberries. Strawberries. Sugar. Lemon zest. Boil. Thick. Red. Shiny. Smells sweet. “Taste,” he says.

As they settled in, they couldn't help but smile, anticipating the delicious treat that awaited. They picked up the menus on their table, glancing up and down the list. “What are you having?” Allen asked Camilla, whose gaze was lingering on a particular item on the list, “I think I'll have a stack of pancakes and a milkshake.” “Who has milkshakes in the morning?” “Me!” she raised her hand with a smile on her face,”But no added sugars, just more of the fruits, yogurt, and milk.” “Ok. That sounds nice. I think we have to double the order,” he said, putting down the menu. He called on a waiter and placed their orders.

With sugar and lemon! He turned around and shook his head with carefully drawn out strands, sticking out his tongue at her. Kindergarten. Pointed elbows on the bar, the toe of the slip-on taps an eager rhythm against the shiny metal footstool. A thrill of happiness flooded Kit, taking her breath away.

Polly was trying to change the topic. “Oh yeah! I’ve got that yellow bell plant over there by the corner. Later, around 10:00, you’ll see Bugsy, the bee or Butty, the butterfly dropping by. They’ve got a crush on Belle, the yellow bell.” “What about that big open flower beside Belle?” “Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?”

Mia exposes a toothy grin, and pink stained lips, while Melody hands her a white lined paper napkin. “Gage, do you want some strawberry lemonade?” Melody asks. A breeze flutters her chestnut hair. His eyes like the Atlantic sea, peer over the canvas, he is still working on. His brown hair tinted with copper and grey, is combed back out of his face, whilst he rubs his beard. A smile spreads across his sun kissed face, showing white spotless teeth. “Melody, that sounds great! I would appreciate that.” A rumbling southern voice escapes his velvety mouth, sending a jolt to Melody’s heart. “Wonderful, I’ll be right back.” Melody’s halter pink linen dress ruffles in the sea breeze. Gage eyes her t

“Fine, fine. Have your yorghurt but you have to sign of afterwards okay?” “Okay, I promise.” I said, adding some strawberries to the yorghurt. “Would you like some Zaria North?” “Actually no, I'm okay.” She said. “Okay then have a seat,” I told her. “Your feet's gonna hurt If you don't sit down.” “I said that I'm fine.” She said in an aggravated tone. I shrugged and continued back on my yorghurt which tasted really amazing, especially with the strawberries on top. “These tastes pretty great!” Zaria North tapped her feet on the ground impatiently but I simply looked at her.

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"