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sweetpinkpixie · 04-16-2026, 01:00 AM

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Originally Posted by squidnie

She was nearing the end of a day of school shopping, and had several bags in the crook of her arm to prove it. So, obviously, Cat deserved a little treat. Her dad wasn’t due to pick her up for some time still. She had extra money in her purse. There was only one logical answer.

That logical answer was the double-scoop cone in her hand. Chocolate chip cookie dough and lemondrop. She eyed the ice cream critically as she walked through the shop, finding the last empty table inside. It was perfect to rest her feet while she ate, and not a bad spot for people-watching after she finished.

She dropped her bags unceremoniously on one side of the booth, then slid onto the other side, getting comfortable with her back against the wall and her feet on the cushion in front of her.

Perfect.

The door didn’t so much open as it burst inward with a little too much confidence as CJ stumbled in after it—momentum carrying him a step too far before he caught himself.

For the record, the door back home required a shoulder check and a small prayer.

"Macho man," he hummed to absolutely no one, pushing the door the rest of the way shut with his heel without slamming it shut.

Lost to the siren call of sugar and poor impulse control, the boy's lanky form strolled forward with his eyes glued to the large menu ahead. CJ made it approximately three steps before something else... entered the chat. A precarious stack of shopping bags left just a little too far out into the walkway that he absolutely could have avoided... except he did not.

His foot clipped one of the handles just enough to send the entire pile shifting, and CJ reacted on pure instinct — arms shooting out, grabbing for balance, for bags, for anything —

—which included the edge of a nearby table.

"— oh — oh no — oh no ― oh no no no no no—” he warbled.

The table jolted and its occupant's carefully constructed moment of peace did not survive the impact. He froze mid-save, his crossbody bag dangling uselessly from his elbow, while his other hand pressed flat against the table to steady it. His legs, unfortunately, had committed to something dangerously close to a split... an arrangement that was not remotely comfortable.

For a beat, he stayed there, suspended in the aftermath before straightening as much as he could without looking too dorky. He glanced at the blonde and a grin spread easily across his face.

"Hey ― how you doin'?"

His flicked from her face to her hand, drawn by instinct to the ice cream she was holding, the interruption already softening into curiosity. At least for him, anyway.

"Looks good," he added, "What are you having?"

04-16-2026, 01:00 AM	#48 (permalink)
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