Chapter 7!
Yet something was bothering him. As they trudged toward her room, something felt off. Or maybe something was missing.
-Do you have anything sweet?- he asked, deadly serious. That’s it, that’s what was lacking a sweet treat after dinner. But Strongarm gave him a look, one he hadn’t seen from her before.
-You’re ridiculous,- she said, but still went over to the bed and pulled out a box from underneath it. -But I’ll share my secret stash with you. I’ve got chocolate and cookies of all sorts.
He grabbed a chocolate bar, muttering a quick thanks , but after taking a bite, he winced and inspected the wrapper. To his surprise, it wasn’t expired. Why would anyone think making something like this was a good idea? -This tastes like nothing , or maybe sawdust at best . Your secret stash doesn’t need to be secret , you know? I don’t think anyone would bother with this. I thought you were a sad person, but not this sad. Who hurt you?
-No one. I’m just not a fan of sweets, is that so strange?- He nodded, and her shoulders metaphorically slumped. -Fine, next time you come over, I’ll make a special box just for you with real sweets.
-I sure hope so- he replied, oblivious to her sarcasm. The only thing on his mind was that sweet treat. His sweet treat after dinner. He took another bite of the bar, hoping that if he concentrated hard enough, he might taste some sugar.
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