Cream & Sugar
“Remind me, how did I let you talk me into coming here again?” Lacy asked, her voice soft and shy as she glanced around, cheeks flushed with colour, trying to look at everything while, at the same time, avoiding looking at anyone. Gia grinned, leaning back in the seat she had just occupied, her Armani handbag close beside her heeled foot, a couple of her fingers drumming idly on the table as she shrugged amicably, glancing around the cafe, trying to spot someone. “Because it’ll be fun, you shouldn’t be so stuck up you know Lacy, though, I have to say, it’s cute when you get all blushy.” Gia laughed lightly as she once again focused her attention on the girl, her Italian accent rich in its honied warmth, her words deepening the shade of …