Burnt Sugar - Part 5 (standard:romance, 4202 words) [5/7] show all parts
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Burnt Sugar - Part 5 

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"How gorgeous is she?" 

"I wanna take her home." 

"I bet you do," Frances chuckled at Eleanor's enraptured expression.
"Don't use and dump her though. That would be cruel." 

"I would never!" Eleanor exclaimed, but shot her friend a guilty look
anyway. "I tend to do that, don't I?" 

Frances did not say anything. She just shook her head at Eleanor.
"Remember the last one?" 

Eleanor buried her face in her palms. "I am a horrible person," she
said, her voice muffled. 

The yellow-faced, orange-cheeked cockatiel cocked her head at the two
humans before her, seemingly aware that they were discussing her. 

Eleanor and Frances were at a pet shop; they could never resist going
into the little shop on the corner of Erskinville Road. Teagan would 
always lecture them about how pet shops were an exploitation and they 
were better off going to the pound and saving an unwanted animal--most 
probably one that had been sold by a pet shop in the first place--from 
imminent death. But Teagan wasn't with them and it was Eleanor and 
Frances' thing to do their ritual pet shop walkaround. 

"I gotta go soon. It's close to six," Frances said regretfully. Tammy
said that they had someone coming in to try out for the kitchenhand 
position at Taters on Thursday but until then, Frances was on the 
roster. 

"Oh. Right. So, um, is Kristen at work today?" Eleanor asked casually. 

"I don't know. Why?" Frances stuck her hands in her pockets as they
exited the pet shop. "I hope not. She's a pain at work," Frances 
mumbled. Even though their sarcastic sparring had come to a hiatus, she 
wasn't sure if the truce would hold at work. 

"What? If she's a pain to you then why were you hanging out with her?"
Eleanor asked, interested to know anything about Kristen. 

Frances did not want to go into detail about the other night and settled
for glossing over the truth. "She's all right otherwise. You know how 
chefs are all obnoxious to a certain extent. My Dad's awful at work 
too." 

"Ah." Eleanor seemed to accept Frances' explanation. "I think she's hot.
We, um, had a little kiss the other night," she confessed. She had been 
dying to tell someone who knew Kristen about what had happened the 
other night. 

Frances' eyes rounded. It hadn't even crossed her mind that Kristen
might be this way inclined. "Really." 

"Uh huh. She's hot. I totally wanna see her again...." Eleanor trailed
off, hoping that Frances would pick up on her not so subtle hint. 

"Well maybe you should arrange something with her," Frances said.
"Didn't you get her number before you kissed her?" she teased. 

Eleanor had the decency to blush. "You know it doesn't always work like
that, Frances. It just happened, out of the blue. And then we got so 
trashed and I kept meaning to ask her for her number but...." 

Frances sighed. Eleanor always got who she wanted and this time it
seemed like it would not be an exception. "Okay, okay, I'll think of 
something." 

Eleanor squealed and hooked her arm through Frances as they made their
way towards Taters. 


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