Characters - Y/N, Wyatt Oleff
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Y/N's POV
"Who's eaten the last profiterole?!" I yelled as I stood up and slammed my hands on the table, glaring at my brother, mom and Wyatt.
"I don't know, Y/N. Sit down you're embarrassing me." My mom whispered. I slowly sat back in my seat.
A waiter walked over cautiously, "Is everything alright?" He asked with a small smile. A forced smile.
"Everything's lovely, thank you." Wyatt replied poshly. I look at him with a confused expression. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It's called being polite. You should try it sometime." He leaned back and my mouth dropped open.
"Y/N shut your mouth, you'll catch flies." My brother said moodily. I did so. The waiter walked away, shaking his head slightly.
"Well?" I raised my eyebrows. "Who did eat the profiterole?" I saw Wyatt sink in his seat so I slapped his arm.
"I never confessed it was me!" He whined.
"Yeah, well you looked guilty." I argued. He groaned.
"What do you want me to do? Throw it up then magically turn it into its solid form again?" Wyatt sassed.
"Ew no that's gross." I grimaced. For a moment I forgot we were in a restaurant, "I have an idea."
"What's that?" It seemed like he forgot as well.
"Kiss me so I have the taste." I whispered leaning closer.
"Hmm. I like that idea." He whispered back and pressed his lips to mine.
I heard a cough and we jerked away from each other quickly. My mom was smiling at her phone and my brother looked disgusted.
"Oops."
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