"Mmm… Tamora, you ought to try this one, it's really good!" Felix encouraged his fiancé sitting beside him.
"I'm full-up on the last dozen samples, Fix-It," Tamora remained unmoved, leaning back in her chair, legs crossed.
She and Felix were to be married soon, and today they were trying to decide on the flavor of their wedding cake. Naturally, Tamora couldn't care less about the sweet stuff; that was his department. She watched through her curtain of bangs as her husband-to-be took another bite of the lemon cake.
"It's really great," Felix said to the resident baker in 'Sugar Rush' sitting across from them. "But I'm not sure if it's right for us… Could I sample the Pink Champagne, by chance?"
Tamora rolled her eyes as the baker happily left to grab the nth sample.
"Could you try another sample?'" the sergeant said coolly, crossing her arms.
"You said you were full."
"Felix, we've been here for over an hour," Tamora wriggled in her chair impatiently with a sigh. "I figured we'd have settled on something by now."
"I just want to make sure it's perfect, Tammy."
But Tamora wasn't buying it. Rolling her head to face the small handyman, she gave him the most skeptical look she could muster. As usual, he started to break down under her gaze, turning and thumbing his fork nervously in his hand.
"You're still a terrible liar, Fix-It. Fess up."
There was a tense pause between the couple, and Felix pursed his lips in a pout.
"Fine," he cut another bite from the last sample. "I just really like to eat cake," he said smugly, shoveling the dessert into his mouth.
Tamora snickered.
"You already know which one you want, don't you?"
"Maybe," Felix licked his fork, making sure not a single crumb or bit of icing was wasted. He kept his eyes on her all the while.
He was teasing her…why that cheeky little—
"It's the vanilla one, isn't it?" Tamora recalled the very first flavor they sampled.
Felix chuckled. "You know me so well," he said. "That's one of the many reasons why I love you, Tammy Jean."