She scoffed, as though he had just asked the most ridiculous question in the world, placing the bottle of syrup down onto the table before she placed her bags onto one of the empty chairs at his kitchen table. It was strange, how easily she seemed to make herself at home at his place.
“It tastes like blueberry heaven. It usually tastes even better with some real fruit, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer than you already were.” She smiled at him as she reached out for the plate he was extending towards her. “Thank you.” Her hand came up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, before she was pulling at the band on her wrist to pull her thick strands back into a loose ponytail. She was still wearing a bit of makeup, from the night before, and it was as she was pouring some syrup onto his pancake that she realized that she had never had a real morning with Desmond before - that meant he had never seen her without makeup. He usually called her at night, and briefly in the morning before she had to leave, but she found it was nice to sit and eat like-…
Well, like normal people.
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