For Tina

[ladyliberty]

Amelia liked Starbucks. The smell, the taste, the sights-- she could almost always walk into a given Starbucks and, within half an hour, find a cute boy to buy her a frappucino. And the type of boy tended to be much less skeezy than the ones you'd find at bars that she couldn't get into anyway.

Today she sat nibbling on a biscotti, wings tucked carefully behind her back, glancing up whenever she beat her level of Candy Crush to scope out the prospectives.

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[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well it is if you want it to be," he says back. "I am an incredibly skilled cook."

He gets one last good look at her breasts before he pulls back to let her straighten her top if she wants.

[ladyliberty]

"Oh man." Amelia lounges back on the counter, content to leave her top where it is for the moment. "Cooking, baking, kissing-- is there anything you aren't good at?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"What can I say? I'm perfect." He moves to his pantry. "Have any requests?"

[ladyliberty]

"Now who's the cocky one?" She smiles. "I'll like anything you give me."