Keeping a Secret

"And as I was saying, the trick is to utilize the wrist. Your wrists are flexible but they are strong. Your wrists' position can stabilize your fingers which can allow you to have better control and move more precisely..."

Allen nodded, quietly listening to Desdemona's lecture on the art of pick-pocketing. She seems to be quite proud of this particular skill set... The girl had happily demonstrated: the coins in his coat pocket mysteriously disappeared and appeared in her hands.

Allen stirred the cup of rapidly cooling tea before him, his free hand against his cheek, supporting his tilted head on his elbow, on the wooden table. He half-listened and half admired her, smiling slightly at her serious expression and tone. The fork that was for the Foret Noire on her plate waved around like a conductor's baton, the piece of chocolate luxury seemingly forgotten.

She was excited, talking non-stop accompanied by exaggerated hand gestures. Her eyes gleamed with life as they saw into his own. He sipped at his tea occasionally, absent-mindedly. His focus stolen by her dazzling presence. He began inspecting her features. Her thick lashes, her warm eyes, her cheeks a healthy tint of red, her lips moving to her words...

"...take it out with thumb and index is too risky. The more stable, the better. It's all about precision and stabili-"

"I love you, you know." Allen muttered at a volume which even he was unsure if it was intended for her to hear.

"Did you say something?" She blinked with curious, wide eyes.

He smirked. "That's a secret, I'm not saying it again."

She pouted, "What's with that?! If you want me to hear it, then let me hear it. If not, don't mutter it at all."

Allen shrugged, "As I said, I won't repeat."

"Fine. Be like that." She leant into the back of her chair taking a large chunk of the cake into her mouth. "Don't think keeping a secret from me is cool. Bet it's something petty anyway."

Allen almost spat his tea. Petty? Idiot. She's so dense.

I love you, you idiot.


Sorry I was so busy. Exams exams exams. OTL my life is dying.

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