"I don't like sugar cookies."
Izzie almost groaned out loud when she saw Mark. His very presence screamed 'Obnoxious jerk!' but she was determined.
Plastering a wide, friendly smile on her face, Izzie approached Mark, her plate of cookies held in front of her like a peace offering.
Mark immediately smiled when she saw Izzie walking toward him. She was friendly to him most of the time, even though he knew she dislike him. "Dr. Stevens," he greeted. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Izzie held up the cookies. "I baked them," she explained.
Mark looked down at the mini-Santas and little reindeer. "Cookies?" he asked.
Izzie was a little disheartened by his lack of enthusiasm. "Sugar cookies," she said.
Mark nodded thoughtfully. He sighed and gave her a genuine regretful look. "I don't like sugar cookies."
The strained smile completely disappeared from Izzie's face. "Everyone likes sugar cookies."
"I don't." She looked so distressed by this news that he picked up a little round Santa cookies. "I'll trying one just for you. In the spirit of Christmas and all."
Izzie watched as he bit Santa's head off first before devouring the rest of the sugar-y fat man. "Best sugar cookie I've ever had," Mark said honestly.
"But you don't like it?" Izzie checked.
"No," he admitted unapologetically. He leaned in a little. "I'm a big fan of chocolate chip though."
Izzie rolled her eyes and walked away, taking her sugar cookies with her. A small smile crept on her face and she mentally made a note to get the correct ingredients for chocolate chip cookies on the way home.