05 | spice and sugar

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05. SPICE AND SUGAR

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[hana | liam ]

[The scene opens in a near empty hallway in May Fields High on a cloudy Thursday afternoon. In spite of the weather, the blonde in the lavender sweater standing behind the blue metal door of Locker 3928 is bouncing on her feet with a cheerful tippity-tap. She's hoping to catch the attention of the brown-haired boy in the white hoodie whom the locker belongs to; but alas, he's too busy shoving textbooks into his gray backpack and cursing under his breath about work to notice her. It's not until he places the lock back on its' hook with a click that he realizes she's standing there and jumps back a step. He frowns at the sight of her pastel yellow bag, mismatched socks, and scuffed white tennis shoes.]

Hell, Witschire, you scared me for a sec.

Scared, huh. That's new.

[She quirks an eyebrow, apparently amused by his reaction. He shrugs in response, raking a hand through his dark brown locks and throwing her a weary stare.]

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Ah, there's the Liam I know.

Wilkes.

Right, Liam - I brought this for you.

. . .

[He eyes the tall pile of yellow plastic that has suddenly appeared in her outstretched palms.]

Since you didn't buy anything yet and you gave me a ride yester-

Don't mention it. I didn't know Witschire's offered a delivery service though.

Only for special customers. I thought it would save you the trip down to the store.

[He offers a slight nod of appreciation and accepts the candy. She beams at him before rolling her blue eyes upwards in thought and snapping her fingers suddenly.]

Do you think people would want candy to arrive at their doorstep? Maybe business would pick up if we offered that sort of thing.

Maybe. Does it include express shipping to send delivery girls off to somewhere far away from my locker?

[Her brow crinkles as she ponders this, and she shakes her head in response.]

You can't throw people in a giant box and transport them. Post offices don't work like the Narnia closet.

It's a wardrobe.

Huh, so you're also into fantasy stories? That's new.

[He rolls his eyes at her but suppresses a smile. She falls into step beside him as he begins taking long strides towards the front of the school. A comfortable silence stretches between them for a few moments in the empty hallways before he speaks up.]

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