Maeve
Maeve drops the hem of her sweater after gingerly running her fingers over her ribs, prodding gently to gauge the pain she's in. A soft hiss is pulled from her lips and there is minor discomfort, but it's better than it was before. She'll take it. Maeve laughs softly, taking her coffee up once more, sipping from it slowly, "That helped a lot. I could barely move without feeling discomfort before." She admits, offering him a grateful smile before setting her mug back down on the counter.
"So, about those pancakes... I don't really know how to cook, but I'd be happy to help. Maybe you'll manage to teach me something." Maeve teases, bumping lightly against his arm with her shoulder where he leans against the counter beside her. "Plus, I feel it important to make a good first impression on Mateo. What better way to do so than by helping his dad make pancakes?"
"So, about those pancakes... I don't really know how to cook, but I'd be happy to help. Maybe you'll manage to teach me something." Maeve teases, bumping lightly against his arm with her shoulder where he leans against the counter beside her. "Plus, I feel it important to make a good first impression on Mateo. What better way to do so than by helping his dad make pancakes?"
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
