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Chapter Eight
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"So your little date with Arnold was at Schmackery's and now you're here with your fake date," Paige scoffed, shaking her head as her eyes skimmed the menu board behind the counter. She stood in line with her hands in the pockets of her sweats, a long lanyard hanging from it. "It's pretty poetic, if you ask me."
"Okay, no need to make a big deal out of it, it's just a bakery." Noa whisper-scolded, crossing her arms, "Why do you care?"
"I don't," the blonde shrugged, "Shut up."
Noa raised an eyebrow at that, shaking her head. She crossed her arms, skimming the menu.
"...Actually, since you had a whole date here and all," she paused, "Not that I care or anythin', you should know some good recos. What should I get?"
"I got the chocolate banana crêpe last time, KK was practically jizzing in her pants just at the thought of it, so I went with her idea." Noa shrugged, "The berry bear trap crêpe sounds really good though."
Paige glanced around, feeling a couple pair of eyes on the both of them before they all turned away upon her catching them. She gulped, feeling the familiar sense of engulfing fame snake its way around her throat.
Clearing her throat, Paige lifted her arm hesitantly. Her hand rested on Noa's right shoulder, tugging her gently towards her tall figure. The brunette tilted her head, the corner of her lips quirking into a cheeky grin. With her arms uncrossed, her hand grabbed Paige's.
"Maybe you should stop balling and pursue acting, Bueckers." She snickered. "You might get bigger in the show business than me."
"I would run your career into the ground if I did," the blonde scoffed. "There's at least seven people in here who either recognize me or you. You're standing so far from me, wouldn't want them thinking we're awkward now, would we?"
"Whatever you need to tell yourself, mi corazón."
When it came time for them to order, Noa put in her order before Paige did. Just as the singer pulled her card out, the blonde stuck hers into the card reader before she could pay.
"Smile and act like you like me, Jackson," Paige whispered, a charming smile spreading on her lips as she pressed a kiss on Noa's temple.
Like the performer she was, Noa laughed, her free hand sliding to loop around Paige's waist. The hand she had on the blonde's slid down her own shoulder and onto Paige's chest. She leant up, pecking the taller's cheek really quick as they waited for the receipt to be printed from the cashier. "Thank you, baby."
