Egg Tarts (1/1)

“I got you something.” and she was feeling like the best girlfriend ever, as she slid a bakery box across the coffee table to his side of the couch. Vernon immediately slipped off his headphones, and put his notepad beside the bakery box. Slipping a finger under the tape seal, he popped the lid open. His jaw dropped like lead, and he broke into a huge grin like it was Christmas morning. He was always an expressive person, but it was especially prevalent over food. “Egg tarts!” he cried, immediately taking a bite of one of the proffered pastries. The next two minutes were in relative silence, her scrolling on her phone while he continued to devour the box. “Babe c’mere.” Vernon said, words muffled by his half-full mouth. He waved his one hand, egg tart in the other. “Have some with me.” “I already had a bunch before I came.” she patted her belly, making a face. She went out with her friends beforehand, and they themselves had already eaten an entire tray before she came back to the apartment. “Go ahead, enjoy it without me.”“But they’re fantast-egg.”“Vernon, no.” “C’mon, it’s egg-cellent.” he wiggled his eyebrows, holding up the custard tray once more. “As much as I enjoy Joshua teaching you new vocabulary, I’d appreciate you not using your cheesy puns against me.” she twitched, half-serious. This guy would be the death of her. She was sure people invented egg tarts just to make people like Vernon go crazy over them. “Do you really think they’re that good?”“Yes,” and he paused, tilting his head for good measure. Wait for it. “They’re egg-ceptional.”“Please, stop.”“Babe, why are you being so tart with me?” “If I eat one, you’ll stop?”“Egg-actly.” This child. Forcing herself up, she plopped her body on his lap, unceremoniously shifting so her legs would dangle off his thighs. Vernon’s one hand immediately grasped on the small of her back to steady her, his other hand feeding her the the infamous egg tart. After her first bite, she asked in a mock-prim tone, “What do you love more, me or egg tarts?” “Oh, that's easy.” and his arms tightened around her, as if he were creating a space fit only for the two of them. He looked up through his eyelashes, giving her that look of adoration that made her weak in the knees so many times over. Good thing she was sitting down, she thought as she slipped a hand over his shoulder. How could he do that with just one look? Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. Parting his lips, Hansol tilted his face to hers. And took one big, obnoxious bite of his egg tart.Her entire face heated up as she pushed him away, only to be tugged back by his strong grip. He was laughing, his eyes curling into crescents and his teeth bright and shiny through his grin. She had half a mind to take the pastry box away and let the rest of his roommates finish them. She squirmed in his lap, flustered. “I hate you.” she whined, because obviously Vernon found it hilarious. “You’re so annoying.” He pulled her closer so all their weight was on the couch, and smacked a wet kiss on her cheek. She continued to move around and complain, but he knew she secretly loved it. “Don’t you mean, annoy-egg?”