Post by CLEO EVERETT on Feb 1, 2011 21:29:30 GMT -5
Cleo stood and stretched before sitting back down in the chair, practically curling up. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, watching as Jacob made the hot chocolate. He exaggerated which comforted her; it was familiar and that was something she needed now. “You’ve definitely always made the best cocoa,” she agreed. “I haven’t found any so delicious since I moved.” It was sometimes a downer when she’d go to a bakery and ended up being disappointed by the drink over and over again. Cleo expected him to simply pour it into the mugs and bring it out but, evidently, he wasn’t done. She sat up more in her seat to watch as he added more.
Whip cream, oh goodness that looked so good. A bit of cinnamon which would totally make the difference. A spoonful of chocolate shavings which looked so pretty atop the whip cream. Finally, a cute little cookie tucked into the drink. Her mouth was near watering, she just knew it, and Cleo settled back into her seat, more than ready for the drink. As Jacob set the mug down in front of her and sat back down, she glanced up at him, a grin on her lips. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” She took the mug in her hands and relished at the warmth. Cleo nodded her understanding; “I’d probably be best off with a part-time job as well. Have you got any applications?” Cleo took the cookie and bit into the end that had been dipped in the drink. “Mmmmmm.” She took a sip then, cautious because if she burnt her tongue then her taste buds would be all off and then she wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the drink. Cleo could feel the whip cream on her nose when she set the cup down and she laughed a little, wiping it away with her hand. “Goodness, that’s delicious. You certainly haven’t lost your touch, Jaybird.” Already, she wanted another sip.
Scooping at the whip cream with her finger, Cleo pondered his suggestions. She nearly choked on her whip-cream covered finger when the word ‘club’ left his lips. She shook her head fiercely before he’d even finished. “No clubs, no clubs, no clu--- I am not scary!” she added distractedly. Not that she could be considered as one of those club girls. Especially since she’d only been once and absolutely loathed it. “We could go swimming,” she offered, teasing of course, with another taste of the whip cream. “Or a movie. I haven’t been to a movie in forever.”
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