"Christmas, Mistletoe, and Viewer Engagement: Deleted Scene I"
“You know as well as I do you’re not obligated to share private details about your life with other people. Especially people you don’t know,” Carmy told her. “Things with your channel don’t have to change at all. I’ll come and go as I always do and you can let them draw their own conclusions like you always do.”
Syd studied him. “Why are you so, I dunno, so eager to help me?”
“You’re always going above and beyond for me and I know how much you want to do this. It seems like the least I can do,” Carmy answered. “Besides, it’s not like I’m already doing it. Isn’t the whole reason I show up in your videos occasionally to deter the guys in the comments section who always say they want to ‘wife you up’ or worse shit?”
Syd blushed. “Do you want me to toast the bread?” she asked instead of answering his question.
“Yeah, sure.”
She washed her hands and put the slices of bread into her toaster. She turned around and looked at him, he’d flipped the eggs and was slicing cheese. It was kind of a surreal moment, having Carmy in her kitchen, making her breakfast while he tried to convince her to allow him to be her fiancè.
Less than twelve hours ago it had been her in that position. Except she guessed it hadn’t taken much persuading. She had asked and he had agreed easily. He’d made jokes about people already thinking they were together.
“I can’t think of one logical reason why this is a good idea,” Syd told him.
“You seemed to think it was a good idea last night,” Carmy replied. “Is the toast ready yet? The eggs are almost done and egg sandwiches aren’t good if they’re cold.”
Syd popped the toaster and got two plates from the cabinet. She watched as Carmy assembled the sandwiches with thin slices of cheddar and spicy ketchup.
“You might end up married to me if you’re not careful,” Syd said as he served her a heaping pile of hashbrowns, hoping he would perceive it as a threat and end the conversation or suddenly change his mind.
