to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She rolled her eyes in return, but didn’t bother answering him, re-dipping the pretzels that wouldn’t pass muster. The second sentence failed to help either, leaving her huffing at the end of the counter as the others soon floated and then sunk, immersed in chocolate, permitting her to retrieve them and place the wares upon the plates.Then the sprinkles!
Peeling off the wrapper to the impending multi-hued specks, she was only mildly distracted by Jack’s peace offering (and instantly suspicious of it). Snagging at it anyway, and then looking back at the remaining pretzels (about ten or so), she shrugged. “Maybe just a little bit then.” The question thereafter, one Jack apparently didn’t know the answer to, faded out behind her teeth. Her own truce extended in the sprinkles – uncertain if he’d go for it. “You can put these on ‘em, if you want.” Expecting that he wouldn't, of course.
to be the sun
MELITA
