Berries

It was all he talked about. She took him to the restaurant, hoping having the limited time only dish would keep him from talking about it so much.

“Thanks, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to come here.”

“I’ve had a bit of an idea,” she replied as they walked up front. “I know how much you love strawberries.” She also knew they weren’t particularly hard to come by, but that was besides the point.

He stopped in front of the doors, eyes wide at a the advertisement there. “Raspberries.”

She had never actually facepalmed in real life, but had heard that each day brought new things.

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