pyonium. ♥
He was, admittedly, not peering at the drink at first but she was far more eye-catching than a straw, as cutely shaped as it may be. “Huh— what is it?” He leaned over the table regardless of his inquiry, taking a sip ( he certainly noticed the lipgloss. )
“Woah! That’s tasty!”
a short burst of laughter escapes her at his enthusiasm, making her clap a hand over her lips for a moment or two before batting her eyelashes, nudging the drink over to him. it was only right that if she had to give it up, it was given to her favorite regular.
❛ it is, huh? you can have it if you want! it’ll be all melted by the time my shift is over... ❜









