icing sugar °
sasscharine
He’d probably get scolded for wasting his money on indulging in his love for all things sugary sweet, but in the end, Emmet rarely if ever learnt his lesson regarding those kinds of things. His face was a well-known one in this place in particular, preference changing most of the time, and he also knew a lot of the faces who worked there by now. There was one in particular he was far more friendly with, though. One who he quite enjoyed seeing.
One who he was perfectly content to wait for as he sated his sweet tooth, nibbling on a chocolate-cream smeared fork as he waited for time to pass. It was only a matter of time now, since he’d since learned her schedule quite closely after quite a long while of visitations. Finally, somebody plops themselves into the seat opposite him, and he quickly pops the silverware out of his mouth and beams.
❝ You’re done! I was waiting for you. Really waiting.❞
