Well. Vic didn’t want to go on with his life knowing that he’d been given the chance to have free donuts and didn’t take it. ‘ Alright. Only if you promise not to yell at me again, though. ’
He grinned at the girl, hoping the gesture was taken as he’d meant it to be – a friendly jest, a joke. He didn’t want to embarrass her, after all, seeing as she’d done a fine job of that herself in purchasing a dozen donuts too many. He held out a hand, ‘ I’m Vic Trystane. ’
Malia let out a relieved sigh, thankful she wouldn’t have to eat herself into a diabetic coma, and shifted the donuts onto one arm so she could take his offered hand.
❝Malia Hammond. Please forgive my pre-donut bitchiness. It’s kind of a problem I have. I suppose we can at least be thankful it’s not the pre-coffee bitchiness. No one wants to see that. ❞














