What's up, gays? Here's a small serving of uwus lol. I was having a debate against myself as I was writing this. It was supposed to be an angsty one but... Yeah. Maybe next time.
(Frida's POV)
The summer air was soft and warm, and the feeling was indeed right. Agnetha and I were on our usual morning stroll around Stockholm's Old Town, holding hands.
"Baby, I'm feeling kinda hungry," Agnetha said and immediately stopped us from walking. "Can we go to the new cafe over there?"
I just kept silent. But oh, how could I ever resist her?
She began some sort of staring contest against me using those alluring blue eyes of hers, then slightly tilted her head to the left. Damn it. I knew I had lost to her again.
"Okay, if that's what you want, princess." I saw her smile widen as I spoke the word 'princess'. That was my Agnetha--always wanted to be treated like a royalty. Not by anyone else, but just me, though.
She played with my hand as we walked towards the new cafe. We entered it and quickly found ourselves a table. She sat down across me. Shortly, a waitress came near us. "Good morning, ladies!", she greeted as she handed the menus.
As Agnetha and I were choosing, the waitress spoke again.
"Ladies, are you Frida and Agnetha of ABBA?"
Agnetha and I looked at each other in the eyes, and giggled a bit. We both nodded at the waitress simultaneously.
"Oh! Would you two mind giving me your signatures?", she shyly responded, tearing out a sheet of paper from her small notepad and holding out a pen. Agnetha, out of nowhere, gave a cute laughter and immediately took the pen from the waitress. God, I wanted to kiss her right then and there, but I somehow managed to control myself.
I wrote my signature on the paper right after Agnetha finished writing hers.
"Thank you so much! Now, may I get your orders?" the waitress finally asked.
Agnetha ordered a slice of chocolate cake while I only ordered a cup of black coffee. The waitress left and soon our orders were served.
I started to take some sips from my cup as I watched Agnetha, now devouring her food. She suddenly lifted her head up and stared at me, she must have felt that I was watching her.
"Frida, are you sure you're not hungry?"
"No, not even a bit," I answered, "you fed me a lot last night after all. On our bed." I gave her a devilish grin. She obviously blushed, and looked down to her plate. I couldn't help but to chuckle.
"Stop!" she yelled as she covered her face. I only laughed even more after that. I was just telling the truth. "I said stop it, Frida!"
I quickly stopped and put her hands away from her face.
"Okay baby, come here." Agnetha then sat beside me and pulled the plate with the cake near her. As I was about to drink from my cup again, she lightly nudged me by the waist.
"Baby, take a bite. It tastes really good, I swear," she said while lifting her fork up with a small piece of the chocolate cake (and the last).
I slightly opened my mouth in response, and just as I was about to eat the piece, she brought the fork back towards her mouth and ate it. She grabbed my cup after and drank all the remaining coffee in one gulp.
Here she goes again. I quickly thought of something to say that would surely get back at her.
"Are you now good?" I asked her.
"I think so. The cake tasted good, yeah?" Agnetha replied, pouting her lips.
I stayed quiet for a few seconds.
"But Anni-Frid tastes better, doesn't she?" I teasingly said, with a devilish grin yet again. She was about to lose on this one, I knew it.
"Oh my god, Frida, shut up!" she almost screamed. I couldn't stop giggling. She buried her face down my neck, and to my surprise, she suddenly whispered near my ear, "Of course you taste better. No, you taste the best, baby."
Agnetha discreetly kissed my neck afterwards. She was starting to get out of control, so I sat straight up and kissed her forehead, making her smile softly.
"I love you and your naughty, stubborn head." I told her as she broke away from me.
"You do?" she asked, with her eyes seemingly getting lost in mine.
"Yes. I'll always do." I said, taking one of her hands and putting it against my cheek.
"You really, really do?" she asked me again, looking away from me this time. Wait. Was there something wrong?
"Then pay for the cake. I love you." Agnetha quickly stood up and made her way out of the cafe, not looking back. I just sighed and shook my head, smiling to myself.
There's no way I could escape from falling for this woman.
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Lame af, i know ksksksks
