@greenelight, mason greene ... ❝ hey blondie, what if i told you a really hot and sweet guy i know wants to ask you out on a date but is afraid of rejection so he isn't brave enough to pop that question to you just yet. would you give him a chance? ❞
manicured pink nails gently pinch at the striped red-and-white straw nestled within the lavishly crafted milkshake situated before her — a confectionery marvel. four scoops of creamy ice cream crown its summit, festooned with a cascade of rainbow sprinkles and delicious chocolate buttons, topped with the daintiest, most inviting red cherry. with a graceful lean and elbows resting lightly on the table, barbie takes a slow, unhurried sip, savoring the sweet richness until nearly a quarter of the glass is gone.
such occasions were rare — a fleeting overlap in their otherwise bustling schedules. but today, nothing would keep barbie from cherishing a few blissful hours in a quaint, family-owned diner, tucked snugly between looming skyscrapers with her favorite green bean sitting across from her. ❝ hey greenie. ❞ her gaze lifts to meet his, curiosity flickering. as he continues speaking, a subtle shift crosses her expression — a single brow arching in quiet intrigue, rising in tandem with his words.
seems like their lunch date had an entirely different purpose — at least on mason's part. barbie pauses mid-sip, parting from her milkshake as her full attention shifts towards mason. and at the mention of this so-called hot and sweet guy, her heart flutters within her chest, skipping like a pebble across a lake's shine. her mind immediately fills with his face — ken's endearing, dorky grin, and the way he stumbles over his words with bashful charm. warmth creeps over her cheeks, painting them her signature rosy hue, yet, she fought to maintain an air of cool composure.
❝ well, that depends ... could you vouch for him? ❞ it seems to make the most plausible sense — surely mason was asking on ken's behalf. after all, they were roommates, weren't they? or perhaps, barbie's simply letting her heart run away with her, clinging to a fragile hope. maybe ken didn't feel the same way she does, maybe this was all in her head, and she was just setting herself up for bitter disappointment. ❝ can you think of any reason as to why i shouldn't give this ... how did you describe him? really hot and sweet, stranger a chance? ❞
