"Is it that delicious?" Marcel asked, staring at her amused. The way she ate that, just made him want to crack up; she was so invested in it.
"Yeah, it is," Arianna spoke with her mouth full of the creamy cake, her eyes glinting with joy. It was so good. Whoever made this cake deserved to be given an award.
Marcel rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Then, I should have a taste too," He suddenly said, and snatched the spoon from her grip.
"Hey! Get your own...." She was still saying when Marcel scooped the cake and had a taste, her eyes slightly widening. She just used that spoon...
Arianna went red in the face, that was an indirect kiss. Whatever, she must be thinking nonsense. What was she, five? Ten?
So she focused on Marcel who was still savoring the taste of the cake in his mouth, asking, "How does it taste?"
"Nice."
"Nice?" Just that? She was expecting more praise for her newfound loving cake.
