The seaside tavern that Yatrel picked was abustle, but one girl's focus on the face of a tall 'boy' in a black blazer made the noise of the world fade away. Her prior fury had transformed completely into the determined glint in her mint eyes. She brandished a spoonful of food like a weapon prepared to skewer her fiance.
"I told you I'd be cute. Now, open up."
Pigeon-blue eyes darted nervously between the utensil and the face. It wasn't that she… was not cute. But it was too intense!
"El, I can eat on my-"
A voice that was as sweet as steel broke her attempt to refuse.
"Unh-ah~ I promised I'd be cute for you. And what could be cuter of me than feeding my beloved?"
