Ivana's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

[salylimon]

WHO: Ivana and Emiliano
WHEN: January 23, Sunday afternoon
WHERE:  A diner. You know, where they serve hamburgers and milkshakes and freedom fries.
WHAT: IT'S NOT A DATE. At least, that's what Emiliano thinks.

Comments

[das_vedanya]

Strictly speaking, Ivana was not allowed to partake in any food they served at the diner. Apart from the "fresh" fruit in tiny font in the right bottom corner of the menu, conveniently located beside the boldfaced Helvetica font reading DESSERTS. And Ivana almost fell for it, wondering how long it had been, or if she'd ever tried, banana creme pie, but she was good. The platter of fresh fruit: kiwis, melons, strawberries, blueberries, and bananas, perched ever so slightly on the table

[salylimon]

"They're not overworking you, are they?" Emiliano asked as his fingers reached out to pluck a fry from his plate. It arrived but seconds ago. But now he couldn't help but feel that perhaps he should have gone with something similar to what Ivana had ordered. Maybe it was just that he felt a bit out of place with his grilled chicken sandwich and French fries

[das_vedanya]

"Where you getting blood on the lips and the face, I getting blood on the feet and the toes. Ballet is graceful, and boxing is violent. Underneath all, ballet is violent, and boxing is graceful. When I was little, I was breaking toes many times and sometimes get horrible injuries from such pretty slippers." Whether from the desire for another fry or from the realization her speech gave to their touching hands, she lifted hers and promptly busied her mouth with two fries, still too hot to eat without reaching for her milkshake.

Her lips formed around the straw, lazily prodding it with her tongue, and frustratingly having to fix her lips tighter around the straw when the "triple-thick" milkshake would not bubble up in her straw. She gave a helpless groan of frustration and made a second attempt at the straw, but with a large chunk of strawberry not granting her access, she resorted to a spoon - but not after chewing away her milkshake troubles on another bite of burger.

Why u do this.

[salylimon]

"That's an interesting comparison, actually." A small grin suddenly formed on his lips as he took a bite from his sandwich. Chewing thoughtfully, Emiliano mentally weighed the meaning of her words before giving a small nod. His fingers wrapped themselves around his drink though he made no move to lift it to his lips. "But both boxing and ballet are kind of similar, now that you bring it up. I just hope you aren't getting hurt as much now?" He asked as concern flickered across his face.

He paused, however, as he watched her struggle to drink her milkshake. His brows furrowed briefly before Emiliano suddenly realized how...how suggestive Ivana's antics were. He cleared his throat nervously and looked away, the earlier feeling of nervous awkwardness beginning to come back as he hurriedly diverted his attention back to his caffeinated drink.