Susan had bought chocolates. For someone else. Not just because she still had some for herself (she was down to three), but because she liked chocolates, and she liked Lee's presence. It was an easy sum to calculate.
Still, it felt very intimate to give someone chocolates, and while she was waiting for his door to open, she tried to discover if she really should do such a thing. It would be like giving a part of her likes. Would she like chocolates less when shared? His apartment smelled a bit weird, was he covering up something?
"Lee?" She knocked again. "It's Susan. You invited me to come over?"
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Date: 2016-02-15 06:57 pm (UTC)From:Still, it felt very intimate to give someone chocolates, and while she was waiting for his door to open, she tried to discover if she really should do such a thing. It would be like giving a part of her likes. Would she like chocolates less when shared? His apartment smelled a bit weird, was he covering up something?
"Lee?" She knocked again. "It's Susan. You invited me to come over?"