My taste buds were on fire, lemon and cherry pie was all that filled my head (dancing one by one).
They were dancing hand in hand, just dying to land on my tongue.
"Lemon with cherries? I don't think we have that, but I'll try and make one for you."
He gave me a smile, prettier then Adams, nicer then Peter's. There was something about him that sparked my interest and made me wait hours for the rich pie, and then eat the whole thing in only thirty whole minutes.
"I'll have to put that on my menu, you can call in and I'll make one just for you."
He made my cheeks flush, something that was a first for me, he made me smile and he didn't want anything from me.
"Thank you, Ned. I'm Elle, Elle Bishop."
He takes my hand like I'm something delicate (something damn special) and he could break me with one touch, I won't let anyone or anything take this away from me.
He's my lemon and cherry pie, and I'm his Elle pie all filled with twisted little smiles and blue sparklers.