Don't Be Too Impressed
When Aaron said he would make breakfast, Keeley had expected him to bring back a couple of yogurts or something. Waffles served with strawberries and whipped cream were the last thing she would have expected.
"You made these?" she asked in disbelief.
"Don't be too impressed. I used a box mix."
He handed the plate and a coffee mug to her and watched her with an expectant look on his face. For a split second, he looked like a dog that did a trick and was waiting to be given a treat before he went back to being Icy Aaron.
"Dish ish weary dood," Keeley mumbled around a mouthful of waffle before swallowing. "What brand is this mix?"
"Stonewell Pantry. I bought it online."
Ah. It was probably way more expensive than the pancake mix she got at the grocery store. Pity. They were delicious.
Halfway through her waffle, she noticed he was still sitting there empty-handed. "You don't have to watch me eat. Go make yourself a waffle."
"Okay."