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“What do you want? ” The girl complained looking over her shoulder. Andrew smiled and raised both of his hands defenceless.
“Why are you attacking me out of the blue, Grace?” They grinned.
She rolled her eyes and twisted one curl on her finger, Grace felt the boy sit next to her. Andrew was smelling like coffee, again.
“My grandma said kids shouldn't drink coffee.” She caught him red handed sipping at the thermic bottle.
Their blue eyes widened and he smirked. “Oopsie. Your grandma sure says a lot, doesn't she?”
Grace adjusted her glasses and continued reading her book, waiting for people to come and buy anything from her baking sale.
“What are those for?” Andy asked curiously, analyzing the cupcakes, in hopes to see coffee delicacies.
“Savings.”
“Hum.” They played with the lid of the brownies, she slapped his hand with the bookmarker. “Ouch! Why do you have a metal bookmarker?! ” He examined his hand looking for scratches.
“A present that keeps petty thieves away.”
Andrew arched an eyebrow. “Very funny.” He leaned back, balancing on his hands to keep from falling.
“Aren't you hot? It's 35 celcius.”
“I'm always hot. But this is a summer hoodie, pretty light.”
“If you're always hot I'm going to use you as a heater when winter comes.” Her face flushed deep red as she gave him a wink.
They laughed. “Is that an order or an invitation?” She raised the book to hide her face from view, too embarrassed to answer. “Gracie, Gracie… I'll need to find another price for the portable heater. One sweet is too little for my whole body.”
Grace squinted, shrinking away. Her whole face burned. Andrew laughed so hard he almost fell from the bench.
“Sorry, sweetie.” He glanced at her, hiccuping.
“So you're here for the sweets?” Grace lowered the book. “Aren't you a sellout?”
“What?” He crossed his legs. “Me? A sellout?”
“You made out with Lindsay for a slice of pizza? And Martin for the fries?”
“Talking like that you make me sound like a slut, you cunt.” He leaned on the table sipping again at his cold brew.
Her eyes widened in a way they almost jumped out of the sockets. She was pale as a ghost, completely aghast. Andrew tilted his head confused by her reaction.
“ AH! I'm so sorry! ” He exclaimed the moment realization dawned, the accent completely taking over as he rambled apologies, going on about how his mom used it daily and was just a normal word for them.
Grace placed a hand over her heart, letting out a shuddering breath. “I thought you hated me for a second.”
“Nonono!” Andy waved his hands. “If anything, I'm just a bad influence. My sister won't let me near the baby without supervision. And I think I'm being a bad influence on Gretchen.”
Grace huffed. “You could never . At most you just encouraged her.”
“That's true.” He made a wide gesture in the air. “On the news, since a random fake Aussie moved into town cussing and swearing usage rose 120%.”
Grace shook her head chuckling.
“We need someone to backfire with politeness.”
“Will they be enough though?” He asked. “But really, are you hurt that j made out with other people for food?”
She twisted her lips. “You said it was our secret.”
“To be fair, you're the only one I got sweets from. And no one knows either, so it's still a secret.”
“So… I'm your sweets girl?” She leaned in her hand, staring at his clear blue eyes. “Hum… If I see you with anyone else for delicacies I'll be mad.”
He placed a hand over his heart and raised the other. “Promise, ma'am.”
“If you agree on a date I'll teach you the recipe.” She blushed.
“That's a deal.” He spun the bottle mixing his coffee. “Wanna try? It's a bit bitter.”
“Not a problem for me.” She replied, taking it from his hand and sipping. “Oh it's good !” She widened her eyes, licking her lips. “You made it yourself?”
Now they had something to talk about the whole day.
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“If I give you my coffee and you give me sweets, there won't be a reason for a kiss anymore.” Andrew said, handing a mug to Grace.
“Well, if we are dating...” She blew the steam. “The sweets become just a bonus.”
“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
“You're saying that, not me.” She blushed. Over the year they had spent more time together over baking sales and day by day she got more used to replying to flirtations without turning into a beetroot.
Andy leaned on the counter, adding some cinnamon to his coffee. “Well, if you don't have a problem with me going to others for salty foods.”
“Hum...” She thought. “I don't mind. You spend more time with your friends anyway, and my dad would kill me if I started dating, like, for real..”
Andrew gulped. “I really don't want your dad to kill me.”
Grace leaned closer to him, he saw little flakes of dark brown in her iris. Her eyes were like when he mixed mocha, chocolate and coffee together.
“I won't let it happen.” She kissed him.
Their sweet little secret.