Spookychild’s writings

Dean came back soon enough. Adara didn’t notice this trip took longer than the first. Dean handed her the drink in his left hand without saying a word.

She took it, declaring, “Thank you.” She noticed the ice floating in the coke. “Thank you!” She exclaimed a second time, pleased.  

Dean smiled at her. But his smile wasn’t all happiness. If Adara had paid better attention, she would have noticed he lost a button while getting the drinks. “I’ll do anything for you, dear.” He responded.  

She smiled back. Then she took a sip. It tasted so much better to her cold. The liquid reminded her she was getting hungry. Usually, she didn’t eat at parties as the food was often too fancy or exotic. She sighed.  

“Are you okay?” Dean asked. He was watching her closely and saw her shift in mood. 

“What kind of food are they serving?” Adara didn’t have much hope. But she felt hungry enough to ask the question. 

“Food? Are you hungry?” Dean’s smile returned, and he seemed more relaxed. Adara nodded. He continued, “I think it was sushi, some other stuff that looked disgusting. Do you want me to get you something?” He was on the edge of his seat, ready to jump up if she asked. 

“No, never mind. I hate the food here.” She replied, shaking her head a little.

Dean looked around then at the crowd. Then he leaned towards her and whispered, “I could take you somewhere.”

She looked at him blankly. “Where?”

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