Claire was momentarily lost for words.
She stood frozen, holding up her flour-covered hand, completely blank.
After a few seconds, she finally spoke, almost robotically, "So... what do I gotta do for you to forgive me, Ethan?"
Ethan stayed silent, which made Claire seem even more clueless and innocent.
Soon after, the young man holding the glass suddenly smiled. "Forgiven now."
Claire's eyes widened.
She blinked for a moment, stunned, and then asked, half in disbelief, "For real? You're not mad anymore?"
Saying that, she lunged toward him a bit.
Ethan wasn't ready for it, and now had two white handprints on his shoulder. He sighed, having completely given up on trying to scold her, just letting her add two more smudges to his shirt.
Once Claire finally backed o
