I don’t know if I remember right, but you did want Robron and Bob, right? Anyway, here you go.
This is also for @dasoni and @aarondingel and everybody else who loves Aaron’s love for toast.
“It’s not my fault,”Robert said for what felt like the hundredth time.
“You were the last oneto use it,” Aaron argued.
“And it worked finewhen I used it,” Robert said.
“So, you’re sayingit’s my fault?” Aaron asked, eyebrows raised.
“I know it’s a hardconcept, but yeah, maybe it is actually your fault,” Robert said and couldn’thelp but smirk.
“Never in my life haveI ever broken a toaster and this wasn’t me either,” Aaron said and opened thedoor to the café for Robert.
“I promise I will buya new one after work and I will pay for this breakfast,” Robert sighed. “And ifit makes you feel better I will take the blame for this.”
“Thank you,” Aaronsaid and turned to Bob on the counter.
“Having a littledomestic, aren’t we?” Bob asked.
“He broke ourtoaster,” Aaron said and Robert just shook his head.
“So, lots of toast andtwo Americanos?” Bob guessed.
“You make me happy,Bob” Aaron said. “Do you wanna switch places with Rob?”
“Wow,” Robert said. “Youjust sold me off to live with Brenda for some toast?”
“Oi,” Bob said. “Youcould do a lot worse.”
“Doubt it,” Robertmuttered. “I’ll find us a table while you sell me off,” he added to Aaron whojust grinned at him.
Robert sat down at atable by the door and Bob grinned at Aaron.
“You two like windingeach other up then?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” Aaron said.“But this is dead serious. No one messes with my toaster and gets away with it.Let me know when Brenda is available for a blind date.”
Bob laughed and handedhim the two coffees.
“Will do,” he said. “Goahead, I’ll bring you a big piles of toasts right over.”