[ She's right. Even if he reeks of pastries and chocolate from the mochi home, he suits up to meet her when he receives the text. Usually, he would be at work, but he did ask for a month off... Hopefully, his manager won't catch him.
With a small wave, he makes his appearance only to be completely blindsided by the hug right after he plucks the bag from her hands. Blinking ever so slowly, he's wondering what's going on? What's this sensation? Something is definitely coiling around his midsection, but he isn't dying yet.
This is awkward because in one hand is her bag of cookies, then the other hand is a mug canister he brought for her. What does he do? ]
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With a small wave, he makes his appearance only to be completely blindsided by the hug right after he plucks the bag from her hands. Blinking ever so slowly, he's wondering what's going on? What's this sensation? Something is definitely coiling around his midsection, but he isn't dying yet.
This is awkward because in one hand is her bag of cookies, then the other hand is a mug canister he brought for her. What does he do? ]
I'm glad to see you still exist, Liz.
[ ... Then he whispers: ]
Hugs are supposed to be tighter than this.