Slam!
"Pu-uck!" I sigh and stand up.
"The Trickster King at your service, how may I help you?" I say with a flourishing bow.
"Puck! You promised!" Her eyes grow big and pleading.
"Come on, even Elvis knew I was kidding!" She's pouting now, knowing I always give up when she does this. I brace myself. It's all just fake cycles in my mind.
"Not this time." She lets out a whimper.
"Please?"
"No-o." I hate my voice for cracking. I clear my throat. Ah-hem. She bites her lower lip and her head drops. She stays like this for seconds. The clock ticks behind me. Tick. Tick. Ti- Suddenly, her gaze travels up to meet my eyes. They're filled with water droplets threatening to spill and streak her perfect face.
"Pretty please?" Her voice is innocent and pleading. She blinks. Once. Twice. I sigh again. My resolve is broken.
"Alright. But you know I'm the one that's going to get into trouble, right?" The tears in her eyes disappear instantaneously and she leaps forward, encasing me in a hug.
"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" My arms snake around her back, and my chin rests on her head.
"Welcome."
As she walks out, me a few feet behind her, she turns around, smirks, and says,
"I know. That's partly why I'm doing this."