Annika was tapping her fingers on her chin while standing beside the kitchen counter.
A : Shivaay..
S : Hmmm.
A : You pick the dinner..
S : Hmm...Pasta
A : No
S : Tacos..
A : Eew! No !
S : Pizza..
A : Bore.
S : What do you want then ?
A : It's up to you Baby.
S : Seriously..
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Gratitude, Love Comrade.
