YELENA BELOVA

He laughed, weakly, looking over the charred cookies. “I just wanted to make you something nice for the holidays. And look at this. They look awful,” he muttered, giving his friend a slight hug. “I could get you grocery store cookies?” He looked into her brown eyes, pushing a bit of hair away from her face. “The question is uh… what kind would I get?”

I blush a bit as he brushes some hair away from my face. “Uh— do you know those, like, sugar cookies that’re like five dollars at the store? Those.. would be great.” I put my arms around his neck as I hug him again. “Also, I really appreciate you trying to make these,” I say, motioning over to the cookies. “I bet that if our oven wasn’t stupid they would’ve been great, Bob.” I smiled.

“Oh, shit, but the grocery store’s closed. It’s Christmas.” He sighed, tossing the burnt cookies into the trash. He looked towards her, his eyes softening. “I—- thanks. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” He paced around the kitchen, looking for something in the pantry. “Since everything’s closed… we could maybe order some Chinese takeout—?” He then clung to her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist with a long sigh. “I missed your hugs, Yel. I’m glad you’re back from your mission.”

“Yeah, I missed your hugs too, Bob.” I smile. “And.. you know I could never say no to Chinese food.” I look up at him. “Do you know my usual already?” I ask him, my hands now on his shoulders. I play with his hair a bit as I wait for his answer.

“Easy. Orange chicken and fried rice,” he clicked his tongue. He leaned into her side, allowing her to play with his hair. “Ah,” he sighed, contently, relaxing his shoulders. “And… extra crab rangoons with some Coca-Cola to drink.“ He gave her a cheeky smile, reaching for his phone and searching up the restaurant. “You want me to go ahead and order them?”

“Wow. Look at that. Spot on, Bob.” *I say, a bit surprised. “Yeah, you can go ahead and order. Get something for yourself too.” I lead over to look at his phone. “I don’t want you starving, then you have nothing to eat.” I laugh, teasing him a bit.

He laughed, weakly, looking over the charred cookies. “I just wanted to make you something nice for the holidays. And look at this. They look awful,” he muttered, giving his friend a slight hug. “I could get you grocery store cookies?” He looked into her brown eyes, pushing a bit of hair away from her face. “The question is uh… what kind would I get?”

I blush a bit as he brushes some hair away from my face. “Uh— do you know those, like, sugar cookies that’re like five dollars at the store? Those.. would be great.” I put my arms around his neck as I hug him again. “Also, I really appreciate you trying to make these,” I say, motioning over to the cookies. “I bet that if our oven wasn’t stupid they would’ve been great, Bob.” I smiled.

“Oh, shit, but the grocery store’s closed. It’s Christmas.” He sighed, tossing the burnt cookies into the trash. He looked towards her, his eyes softening. “I—- thanks. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” He paced around the kitchen, looking for something in the pantry. “Since everything’s closed… we could maybe order some Chinese takeout—?” He then clung to her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist with a long sigh. “I missed your hugs, Yel. I’m glad you’re back from your mission.”

“Yeah, I missed your hugs too, Bob.” I smile. “And.. you know I could never say no to Chinese food.” I look up at him. “Do you know my usual already?” I ask him, my hands now on his shoulders. I play with his hair a bit as I wait for his answer.

He laughed, weakly, looking over the charred cookies. “I just wanted to make you something nice for the holidays. And look at this. They look awful,” he muttered, giving his friend a slight hug. “I could get you grocery store cookies?” He looked into her brown eyes, pushing a bit of hair away from her face. “The question is uh… what kind would I get?”

I blush a bit as he brushes some hair away from my face. “Uh— do you know those, like, sugar cookies that’re like five dollars at the store? Those.. would be great.” I put my arms around his neck as I hug him again. “Also, I really appreciate you trying to make these,” I say, motioning over to the cookies. “I bet that if our oven wasn’t stupid they would’ve been great, Bob.” I smiled.

hi g🍅🍅owww stop it🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅sto p🍅🍅a🍅🍅🍅🍅se🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅i just wanted t🍅o say 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅hi🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅im sorryr🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅stopit pl🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅leasw🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

KEEP THROWIN THEM GUYS KEEP THROWIN THEM 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅