“Can I have the last one?” she asked, reaching her fork over.
“Hell no!” I swatted it away, a fly hovering over the syrup.
“I never get to eat Æbleskiver,” I said, savoring another bite.
“You had your chance to order better.”
“Can I have the last one?” she asked, reaching her fork over.
“Hell no!” I swatted it away, a fly hovering over the syrup.
“I never get to eat Æbleskiver,” I said, savoring another bite.
“You had your chance to order better.”