A Proper Drabble
"Which drawer again?" Mels asked.
"Top right."
She'd been looking in the left. Opening the right drawer, Mels quickly found the pack of colored pencils and picked it up. And underneath...
"Wait. Don't...!"
But it was too late. Mels turned and held them up for her to see. "What in the world are you doing with-?"
Blushing furiously, Amy grabbed them from her and stuffed them back into the drawer. "Nothing. Never mind."
And Mels tried. Really she did. Because no way did she want to imagine what Amy might be doing with handcuffs.