"I dunno, ice? Cherry flavoring or red lake 40, probably?" She shrugged. "Just try it." Raising a brow, Logan locks eyes with her. "And if I don't like it?"
"If you don't like it, we'll find something else. Something you'll like." She said, determinedly. Shrugging, he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. "So?" She asks after a beat, "I don't like it." He states simply.
"Oh. That's ok."
"I guess that means we'll have to find something else."
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Wade returned to the store nearly an hour later, apparently his wallet wasn't in the car, or in his apartment. It had been left in the elevator of his building complex.
That's a fucking lie. These two just needed a moment, kiddos.
"Sorry about that, pumpkin." He exhaled, leaning against the cash register as he struggled to catch his breath. "Papa journeyed long and far."
Estrella giggled at that. "It's okay, Wade." She added.
"Slushie? Thanks." He said pointedly before snatching the beverage from Logan's hands. "So, we are having a brunch tomorrow. My place. I'll see you at nine?" Wade made puppy eyes at the girl behind the counter. "What brunch?" Logan pulled a face.
"The brunch that I, as of now, am planning." Wade gritted through his teeth. "Anywho, how 'bout it, pumpkin?" He smiled charmingly at Estrella.
"Sure, Wade." She smiled at him. "I usually have the weekends off, anyways." She added.
