“I told you, I need your help.” Lenci stood and walked past Beck. She made her way to the kitchen and looked in the fridge until he joined her.
“Right,” he looked over the fridge door at her, “with demons.”
“Not demons plural. Demon singular. Just one.” Lenci took the milk from the fridge. She gathered a few other ingredients on the counter and got a pan out.
“Because that makes it sound less crazy.” Beck rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter she was using.
“Oh no,” Lenci reached around Beck to grab the milk, “nothing makes it sound less crazy. But it is more accurate, which I think is important.” She poured the milk in the pan and put it back in the fridge. She continued reaching around Beck to get to her ingredients, paying him no mind as she cooked. Chocolate chips, salt, and peanut butter followed into the pan.
“You’re crazy,” he commented.
“I know.” She stirred her ingredients as he watched her. “Mind putting those back in the cupboard?”
Beck shook his head in disbelief and turned to put her ingredients away. She reached into another cupboard for two white mugs and poured the contents of the pan into them. She topped the drinks with whipped cream and mini Reese’s candies.
“So where’s this demon?”
Lenci stood close to him, handed him a mug, looked him right in the eye, and said, “You’re looking at her.”
Beck stared at her silently as his hands warmed around the mug. He looked at her curled red hair, her brown eyes, her coral lips, her freckle dusted cheeks and nose. She didn’t look like a demon to him. But he could tell she was serious. She meant it. She backed away a little and clinked her cup to his before taking a big gulp of her drink.
“You?” He asked with noticeable skepticism.
“No, not me, silly.” She continued drinking as she walked away.