Something Creative (One-on-One)

"I'm really sorry," she said, her voice quiet as she glanced towards the kitchen. "But I'm pretty sure one of our dishes are going to be poisoned and I'm fairly certain it's not going to be you."

 

She squinted at the kitchen, her mouth in a displeased line, before her gaze flickered over to his.

"I'm going to go to the restroom and try to get out here. You're going to follow me in a few minutes. Could you meet me at my apartment in about an hour?"

 

She stood up and began to head off before pausing, rifling through her pocket.

"Gabe?"

 

She pulled out a 20 dollar bill and set it lightly on the table, giving him a mischievous smirk.

"The service was terrible. Don't leave a tip."

With that, she turned and headed into the women's bathroom, closing the door behind her.

 

(Zoop?)

 

Petra pulled a few burgers out of the fast food bag, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

 

She hesitated, going to the door and opening it slowly.

 

She gave him a sparkling grin, opening the door wider.

“Good. Come on in.”

 

She sighed, gesturing to the fast food.

“Sit down and eat and I’ll tell you.”

 

“Well, I paid for these, so we’re even,” she said flatly.