No one ever really knows, but it's the little things that make it possible to love someone. They keep you going when you can't find the answers to your questions, or the results you didn't get because your standard was set much too high. Even little things, however, can add up to something big, even bigger than the "big picture" people have of love.
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"And your point is?" asked Hikari, as she took a sip of her iced tea, while waiting for their food to be served at an outdoor restaurant. "It's not like they're eating the food they're cooking for us, you know? Just calm down and drink your drink or something," she complained with a long sigh.
The impatient blond started to tap his feet on the ground and his fingers on the table, his eyes searching everywhere for the waiter with their food. "They should just get fined already. We, as the customers, shouldn't have to wait this long for food!"
Hikari let out a muffled laugh as she watched the boy become more and more impatient. "We just ordered our food not even five minutes ago. It's not like they can just magically make it go poof. Food takes time to make, Jun."
He sunk lower into his chair, his face half covered by the table. "But listen to my stomach, Hikari, it's staaaarving," he moaned. A loud grumble came from below the table. "See? I told you."
People sitting around them glanced at the boy and began to mutter words back and forth. Hikari looked down with a red face and clutched her skirt tightly in her fists. It was impossible to act like she didn't know him now. "Shut it up!" she barked softly. "People are watching you! That means that they're also watching me!"
"Food, sir." A young man, with a white vest and a black shirt and pants, held out a tray with three plates and a bowl on it. "Soup and sandwiches for the young miss, and then for the young gentleman, we have here today's special, a small chicken soaked in our special Berry Blend, and sandwiches. Please enjoy your meal." He bowed and walked to another table to receive their order.
"That was quick." Hikari lifted up the top of one of her sandwiches and started to pick off the things that she didn't like that were on there. "This is a pretty famous restaurant, so I was expecting to wait at least another ten minutes. Guess this is why they're so famous—good service and good food." She dipped part of the sandwich in her soup and took a bite. "Yep. Definitely good food," she concluded with a nod and a smile.
"It's okay for a famous restaurant. I've had much better, but since the food is okay, I can live without fining them for the wait."
"Say, Jun, after this, do you want to make a cake? There's a store close by here, we can go get the ingredients. I'm thinking chocolate, what about you?" she asked, thinking about how great some chocolate cake would taste with her food.
"I thwink ish a gwood idwea," Jun choked out, as he devoured his food in his mouth. He swallowed. "Double chocolate sounds better, though."
"With vanilla icing."
"And ice cream," Jun added.
"And ice cream," Hikari agreed.
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After finishing their meal, and a short dispute about fining the restaurant, they finally were able to make it home with the ingredients for the cake, and of course some ice cream to go with it on the side.
Hikari walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apron, while Jun was busy putting the ice cream away and getting everything out of the bags and onto the counter.
"Double chocolate fudge cake," muttered Jun, as he looked at the box in his hand, some drool coming out of his mouth.
The girl stopped trying to find the bowls and pans, and starred at the blond. "Do you even know how to make cake?"
"Of course I do! I can cook!"
She walked up to him and smiled, pushing a medium sized bowl into his arms. "Good. Now crack the eggs and get out."
Before he had time to reply, she was already busy looking for what ingredients that she needed. So, seeing no room to say anything, he walked over to the refrigerator and got the eggs, muttering about how he could cook the whole time.
Cracking the eggs was simple enough. Even he could do it. "I'm done. Now what?" he asked to the busy girl, as she took the bowl from him, her eyes locked onto the box.
"Get out."
"But, I can—"
Hikari grabbed another bowl that was on the counter and hit him with it. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" she screamed, hitting him with it over and over again until he was backed up to the couch, completely out of the kitchen. "Stay out," she warned, then walked back into the kitchen.
"I can cook," he mumbled again.
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As Hikari cooked, Jun tried to stay up and watch some TV or fiddle with his Pokedex, but in the end, he ended up falling asleep. Unaware that he even fell asleep, he awoke to the fresh smell of chocolate that tickled his nose.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Hikari was just finishing frosting the cake with the vanilla frosting she had made while the boy was asleep. In closer inspection, he realized that Hikari's face was covered in little dots of frosting. He laughed. It was just like her.
Without a sound, Jun got up and walked over to Hikari, who was facing away from him and couldn't see him at all. Once behind her, he wrapped his arms around her. "You're so messy, Hikari," he laughed. "You have stuff aaaall over your cheek."
"W-wha...?"
Jun moved his face closer and licked a bit of frosting off her face. "Yep. Good. Can we eat it now?"
Hikari stood frozen, but, unbeknownst to her, her hands were tightly clutched to the frosting bag in her hand. When her hands touched, she looked down. The whole half a bag of frosting that was left, was now in a big hill of frosting on top of the cake. "JUN! Look what you did! You made me squeeze all the frosting on the cake I worked hours on!"
He swiped his finger through the large pile of frosting and put it in his mouth. "It's good. Can we eat it now?"
She laughed and leaned against Jun's chest. "How about right now?"
"Sounds good to me."
"And then we can stay up all night eating candy, and then we'll be crashed by morning. How does that sound."
"I think you just saved yourself from getting fined." He laughed and hugged her just a bit tighter. "Now how about the cake?"
