8 - Supercharged Alfredo Sauce and Other Mishaps

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Sindri stared at the phone, sat facedown on the table as she leaned against the counter, drumming her fingers on the ledge. Paloma would be over soon, and Sindri's heart raced a mile a minute. What was she supposed to say? Why did this even have to be a requirement?

Loud, rapid bubbles boiling over and sizzling on the glass top stove caught Sindri's attention. Turning, she quickly turned the knob to shut off the heat before stirring her alfredo sauce. If she was going to make this meeting happen, she was having her liquid courage. And what better way to get a fairy intoxicated: heavy cream and dairy.

After removing the pot from the burner and cleaning the mess, Sindri paced. Paloma needed to hurry so they could get this over with already.

It wasn't until Buttons jumped onto the counter, an idea occurred. Fluttering to the tall, overhead cabinets, Sindri retrieved a small jar from the top shelf and removed the cap. Pixie dust shimmered in a ray of sunlight through the window as she pinched a small amount and sprinkled it over Buttons' head.

"I have an extra can of your special food if you find Paloma for me," she promised, scratching behind the cat's ear.

Buttons shuddered and hissed when the dust settled into her fur with an ice blue sheen. Then she sneezed, sending snot onto Sindri's arm before leaping off the counter and darting to her kitty condo where she disappeared with a luminescent flash.

The savory aroma of cheese mixed with heavy cream and garlic filled the kitchen, and Sindri inhaled, ready for her fix. If only Paloma would hurry so they could get this over with.

As Sindri moved to cap the jar, the doorbell rang, making her jump and spill a large dollop of pixie dust into the sauce. Giant bubbles simmered in every crystalline shade of the rainbow, and the sauce thickened until it reached the edge of the pot and sent splotches of cream all over the stove top.

With a soft curse, Sindri set her jar aside and sighed. When she'd decided on alfredo sauce, supercharging the potency hadn't been part of the plan.

Crossing the room, she opened the door and immediately groaned. Thayer stood on the threshold, wearing swirled green and white stockings under a dark forest colored tunic, making almost no effort to cover more noticeable parts. His copper hair sat piled in a hideous man-bun, and were those... old combat boots from the Seventies? Naturally, his golden and orange wings fluttered on full display, earning a double take from a nearby jogger.

He looked like a sour apple popsicle.

At first, she gaped. Then, she blinked. After struggling to work her mouth, Sindri yanked him inside after a second jogger turned and tripped over the sidewalk lip. Closing and deadbolting the door behind her, she demanded, "What are you wearing?"

His moss-colored eyes widened as he turned a slow circle and looked himself over before meeting her gaze. "What? I'm blending in."

Sindri coughed and shook her head. In what world did he find this normal? "Sure, if you got lost trying to find a Christmas themed strip club. Humans dress nothing like this!"

A slow smirk appeared on his flawless face as he turned his foot inward and clasped his hands behind his back. "It's not that bad. I think I look rather dashing."

Only because he possessed a ridiculously handsome face, but he didn't need to hear that. Sindri cleared her throat and decided not to feed into his vanity. "You should cover up. People were staring, and not in a good way."

His mouth turned down into a pout, and he brought his fist to his heart. "Why are you so cruel to me? I went to great lengths to find an elf suit humans wear."

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