Mindlessly, Rosé Fizz tapped a black ink pen rhythmically against the table top, her brows scrunched together as they stared down.
In front of him, a brown napkin with the messy beginnings of a logo scratched hastily over it, slight tearing where the pen carved the concept into the paper. Beside their elbow was the lunch they set momentarily aside. His hot sandwich was quickly getting cold, Rosé ignoring it in favor for the flashbulb idea quickly leaving her mind. Mumbling to himself, he made shorthand notes on the napkin, scraping arrows against the paper and continuing to rip the poor thing to trash.
🌹 “Maybe if I took this basic approach, but filled out that curve better, and used a font without serifs?”
Rosé stared down once more, eyes darting analytically across the drawing. She should take a photo of this, and work on it digitally when they get home. Gods know that Rosé can’t be trusted to hang onto a napkin that’s moments away from becoming ribbons.
They turn, and reach for their phone (which was beside their still cooling sandwich), and the moment his fingers touch the screen, it vibrates against the table violently, a perfectly timed phone call startling her hand away.
After recomposing themselves, Rosé slid a finger against the screen, and gingerly lifted their phone to their ear.
🌹 “...Oh, Candy Heart! Hi, what’s up?”
Rosé shifts in their seat, leaning most of her weight onto one arm as she glances over their shoulder.
🌹 “No, I’m not, I’m getting lunch. Were you looking for me?”
He patiently waits, allowing the cookie on the other line to speak their mind. Candy Heart Cookie was so animated and loud that any cookies walking past could easily hear them through Rosé’s phone. Candy Heart talked for much longer than Rosé anticipated them talking.
When Candy Heart finally seemed to catch their breath, she spoke up.
🌹 “That’s really great! I’m glad to hear that.”
🌹 “Though, was that the only thing you called me for?”
His brows furrowed as he smiled, Candy Heart letting out an audible “oh” before continuing their spiel. Their smile disappeared as quickly as it came, and she started to nervously fumble with their pen, scrambling to find another surface to write notes on. He held the pen to the receipt they received for the sandwich, speaking as he took catalogue of the things Candy Heart listed.
🌹 “...New branding. Okay. It’d be easier to talk about this in person, or maybe over the internet. Are you busy tonight?”
🌹 “Next Monday then. I hope that new job goes well, too!”
Their eyes dart down once before they swing their legs over the bench, completely turning away from the table top.
🌹 “Wait, Candy. Before you hang up—…"
Either cookie waited for the other to continue. Rosé Fizz mindlessly fingers the bow hanging from his sweater, trying to find her voice before blurting out their next sentence.
🌹 “We should hang out more. Like, aside from just. Business. Can I see you at the boardwalk reopening?”
🌹 “I don’t know. I consider you a friend at this point. Is that weird?”
A thoughtful silence passed over the two of them.
Candy Heart leaned back, their rolling desk chair squeaking at the displacement in weight. They smiled; eyes trained to the ceiling before crossing one leg over the other.
💜 “No, I don’t think that’s weird at all. I’d love to have you there. It’s Saturday, at noon. I’ll text you the address!"
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