101 Take A Bite (1/2)

”Sooo,” Antonin stood up, picking up the things he used to make the pancake and walking back to his cart to put them down. ”What do you think?” he asked, quickly rushing back to his seat on the opposite side of the table.

”Can... I?” Regan muttered, her sentence broke up as she took in the pancake. Her mouth watered. ”Can I even eat this? It looks too good to be eaten.”

”Hahahaha,” Antonin laughed, ”would you prefer I arrest you for taking a bite?”

Regan looked up at Antonin and smirked, ”I wouldn't even mind. Go ahead.”

Antonin paused, taken aback by her reaction. 'Relaxxx Ryder…. Breathe,' Ryder thought.

'Shut up, what are you even thinking about?' Antonin scolded.

'Don't act all innocent, you know we thought the same thing,' Ryder huffed. 'Same thing? Don't make me laugh,' Antonin rolled his eyes.

Regan picked up her knife excitedly and began to cut into her pancake, her eyes gleaming with happiness as the layer of syrup on the surface of the pancake dripped down the middle of the cut. ”Beautiful,” Regan muttered.

”Hehe, I know,” Antonin giggled proudly.

Regan dipped the pancake slice into the whipped cream and stabbed into a strawberry then hurriedly took a bite. Her soul felt like it left its body. ”So goooood!” she exclaimed, her high-pitched voice perfectly vocalized how she felt about the pancake.

'I'm not even going to comment on that one,' Ryder muttered. 'Stop ruining this moment Ryder,' Antonin snapped back.

”It's good right?” Antonin grinned, leaning into the table.

”Too good!” Regan squealed.

Ryder was captivated as he tried his best not to take over. 'She looks so… inviting,' he thought.

'Control yourself,' Antonin warned. 'Yes, yea, I know. No need to remind me every 1 minute,' Ryder huffed. 'That's because you keep forgetting every minute,' Antonin spat back. 'It's not my fault,' Ryder retorted. 'Pretty sure it is.'

Regan couldn't help herself. It was slice after slice, a generous dollop of whipped cream and a strawberry on each bite. It tasted perfect and looked perfect. It was perfect, at least to her. 'Why wasn't it served like this before?' she thought back to the days Vixen served her and a look of dismay overcame her face. 'Did he deprive me of all this goodness this entire time?'

Antonin cocked his head, ”Hmm? You seem to not like it though. Your eyebrows are crossed… you look mad?”

Regan turned her head to him immediately, disbelief of her face. ”Hate it??” she gasped, turning back to the perfect plate of pancake and then back to Antonin, ”is that even possible…?”

Regan's eyes widened in surprise, her bright eyes looked like they had been enlightened. ”Is that so?” she muttered to herself before shrugging her shoulders, and pressing her fork into another piece of pancake, ”those people must be psychopaths.” 'I won't be surprised if I found out he is for serving me those plain pancakes,' she thought to herself but held back on shaking her head to prevent confusing Antonin.

”You like it?” Antonin asked.

”Hell yeah!” Regan grinned as she bit down on another bite of pancake.

Antonin let out a little chortle. 'She looks like a chipmunk,' he thought to himself, a bright smile forming on his face as he watched Regan eat. She turned to him to give another thumbs up and he gave a thumbs-up back and gave a brief observation of her happy face to store in his memory. 'Ah…' Antonin muttered, his eyes falling to her lips, 'that…'

He tried to ignore it but it stuck out to him every time she turned to him. Although she looked even cuter, it was starting to bother him.

”Miss. Regan…” Antonin called out.

Regan let out the lowest groan she could give while dancing on the cloud of pancake in her mind. ”Miss. Regan, Miss. Regan, Miss. Regan, can you stop that?”

Antonin flinched, ”I should stop calling your name?” his shoulders dropped a bit but he nodded submissively, ”ok then… I will.”

”HEH?! Nono,” Regan chuckled, ”I want you to stop calling me Miss. Regan, it makes me feel old.”

”Ah…” Antonin nervously touched his neck, looking up at her sheepishly before looking away, ”then what should I call you?”

”By my name please,” Regan smiled, turning back to eating her pancake.

”You want me to call you by your name, Miss Regan?” Antonin cocked his head.

Regan simply nodded, too preoccupied with her food to turn to him. ”You called me that before, so why did that change to Miss. Regan again?”

”Then… Regan?” Antonin muttered shyly.