Just then, the light blinked on the waffle maker. I opened the top and studied my latest creation. It actually looked pretty good. And, all modesty aside, it smelled delicious.
Flynn leaned closer. "What are the blue things?"
I rolled my eyes. "As if you don't know."
As he watched, I removed the waffle from the maker and put it on a glass serving plate. Flynn leaned over the plate and gave the waffle a tentative sniff. "So you're not gonna tell me?"
"Oh, for God's sake," I said with a laugh. "They're blueberries, just like they look. I mean, seriously, what else could they be?"
"You really expect me to answer that?"
"Oh come on. They're round and blue.Andberry-shaped."
His lips curved upward. "Roundandberry-shaped?"
"All right, fine," I said. "I guess it's the same thing. But honestly, it shouldn't be this hard."
"No kidding," he said. "Until you, I thought waffles were agoodthing."
"Admit it, youstillthink they're a good thing."
"And you know this how?"
"Because you had them delivered just yesterday."
It was true. He had. He'd even ordered scrambled eggs and toast for me. It was the same thing I'd ordered during the one time we'd actually gone out for breakfast, and I'd been embarrassingly touched that he actually remembered.
It was nice.And now, I wanted to do something nice in return.
Waffles were nice, right?We didn't have any strawberries, but Ihadfound some blueberries in the fridge.
Flynn said, "But you hate waffles."
"I do not."
"You sure about that?"
"Definitely." I paused to add more batter to the waffle maker. As I closed the lid, I said, "It's just that when I was around them all the time, I got kind of sick of them, you know?" I pointed to the lone completed waffle. "By the way, that one's yours if you want to start eating."
He shook his head. "Not 'til you do."
"You mean out of politeness?"
"Hell no," he said. "Out of fear."
Now I couldn’t help but snicker. From what I'd seen so far, he wasn't afraid of anything. "Oh, shut up."
"No joke," he said, pointing to the waffle in question. "I'm not putting that thing near my mouth 'til I seeyoudo the same."
"Wuss."
He grinned. "You know it."
True to his word, he didn't take a single bite until all of the waffles were done. And even then, he'd insisted that we share each individual waffle.
I didn't know if it was merely to hassle me or to justify the fact that he'd waited.
Or who knows, maybe hedidthink I was out to poison him.
