In your bed, on the couch, on the floor...I'm not particular about where I fall into my sugar comas.
[This cream puff is going directly into her face. Never mind that it's messy, or that she's still not taking off her gloves, or that the pastry is too big to consume in one bite so she winds up having to try to sink her teeth into just part of it, which makes the cream bulge and the chocolate smudge and remnants streak around her mouth just from trying to make sure it doesn't explode all over his upholstery.
In short, the ultimate cream puff experience. What would be the point if it weren't as messy as it is delicious.
But it gets a soft laugh out of her, too — amusement at her own self-inflicted folly — and she starts trying to catch the smears of chocolate and cream off her face with her tongue because like hell she's going to waste a single bit of her treat by wiping it away on a napkin.]
It wasn't difficult, just complicated. I found the bakery you went to before you met me at the gardens, worked the hunch that you would have visited it on your way there, and retraced to narrow down which area you probably lived in. Then I showed your picture to locals until one of them recognized you. You go on regular runs, so a few people remembered seeing you, and based on the times of day they remember spotting you, I traced back to a few building possibilities, and interviewed the staff of each one until I found you.
[She shrugs a little, looking pleased with herself and smug even despite the chocolate smudge on her cheek.]
no subject
[This cream puff is going directly into her face. Never mind that it's messy, or that she's still not taking off her gloves, or that the pastry is too big to consume in one bite so she winds up having to try to sink her teeth into just part of it, which makes the cream bulge and the chocolate smudge and remnants streak around her mouth just from trying to make sure it doesn't explode all over his upholstery.
In short, the ultimate cream puff experience. What would be the point if it weren't as messy as it is delicious.
But it gets a soft laugh out of her, too — amusement at her own self-inflicted folly — and she starts trying to catch the smears of chocolate and cream off her face with her tongue because like hell she's going to waste a single bit of her treat by wiping it away on a napkin.]
It wasn't difficult, just complicated. I found the bakery you went to before you met me at the gardens, worked the hunch that you would have visited it on your way there, and retraced to narrow down which area you probably lived in. Then I showed your picture to locals until one of them recognized you. You go on regular runs, so a few people remembered seeing you, and based on the times of day they remember spotting you, I traced back to a few building possibilities, and interviewed the staff of each one until I found you.
[She shrugs a little, looking pleased with herself and smug even despite the chocolate smudge on her cheek.]
Like I said. Not hard, just time-consuming.