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"I'm not mad at you, I just wish you would listen to me."
He pauses, suddenly seeming embarrassed as he flushed as well, rubbing the back of his neck self consciously. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners.....
She frowned, nodding slightly as she turned back to the food. "Okay.."
He ducked his head for a moment with a small laugh. "Ah. That's a shame. I suppose I can't treat you to lunch and get to know you a bit more, then."
Cal faltered a bit, looking back at him. "Ben.."
He tilted his head curiously, giving her a small smile. "I don't suppose you'll be staying in the city long, then.. With all these cold demeanors."
He shook it, his grip firm. Leaning forward on his arms he raised an eyebrow at her. "So who's giving you trouble?"
She pinched the bridge of her nose, looking a little helpless. "I told you I read it, Puck."
He laughed a bit. "Looks are deceiving. You look sweet to me."
Cal's eyes widened and she looked to Puck sharply, her tone deadly serious. "What is wrong with you?! I told you it would hurt him!"
He leaned against the counter thoughtfully, tilting his head. "I'm not sure why that would be. You seem like a fine lady."
She hesitated, looking over at him. "If you want to.."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, for the most part. So where are you from?"
Cal rolled her eyes. "Puck is particularly chipper this morning."
He looked back, his head tipped up as he looked at it. "Oh! That. I didn't make that. My family did a long time ago. Hundreds of years in fact....
She didn't notice he was awake, cracking eggs over the pan.
His smile widened, revealing dimples that fit well on his face, which was quite freckled. He was quite handsome, his eyes a light brown and hair...
She rolled her eyes. "No."
He had light brown hair, and was wiping his hands off with a rag, offering her an apologetic smile. "Sorry if I kept you waiting. How can I help...
She squinted. "We're not touching his wings, Puck. I read that they hurt real easy."
