kassandra.

Kassandra groaned and glared as she looked at her best friend. “Blaine, if I wanted to be tortured, I’d rehearse without stretching. Or eat from that sushi place on Twelfth. Although being friends with you is pretty bad too.” Her glare broke and she started laughing hysterically, earning a few looks from other patrons. “God, that’s awful!” She said, wrapping her arms around him.

“Listen.  I didn’t know you were going to end up going full on gross after I suggested that place.  Or I wouldn’t have suggested it.  You love being friends with me.  Put through sushi hell for my sake or not,” he beamed up at her still always feeling a little guilty for what his lunch idea did to her.  Even if it was months ago.  But his ear to ear grin came back as soon as she checked out his pick for her to wear since he’d won their little bet.  

“I know it’s awful.  That’s the point.  I wasn’t going to pick the latest Burberry look if I wanted to make you suffer.”  His fingers clasped over where both of her wrists touched each other against his chest.  Looking back up at her with a sly smirk, he shrugged with a ‘heavy’ sigh.  “I mean. You can back out if your honor means nothing to you.  I completely understand.”