“Do you want a slice of Aunt Tillie’s gingerbread? I…I helped her make it.” April blushed, as she leaned in a little too close to Simon.
Simon threw himself back hard into the chair to get a proper distance from her, almost spilling his tea.
“Great.” Dixon grabbed a slice and sat back down.
Neither April nor Simon moved.
“Better take a piece. I think that’s the answer.” Dixon winked at Simon.
“Don’t you like Aunt Tillie’s gingerbread, Simon?” asked April as she set the plate down, placed a slice in his hand, and took a seat near him.
Simon couldn’t respond. April’s unusual manner towards him surprised him, not to mention the changes in her appearance. How could she be so different from last year, he wondered? Her T-shirt fit too snugly over her full figure. Her fragrance hypnotized him. He centred his gaze on her face, unsure how to handle her. Simon couldn’t steer his eyes off her, on guard for her next ploy.
“You’re rather peaked, Simon.” Dixon sat back in the chair, relaxed. Simon turned to him with the same shocked look he had while staring at April. Words escaped him.
Playfully, Dixon gulped loudly. “You certainly grew up in the past year.”
“I’ve turned into an adult. I can tell. I act more mature, walk like a lady, and talk about different subjects than before. You agree, Simon?”
Simon attempted to talk but no sound came out.
“I believe he’s noticed,” Dixon asserted.
Simon shot him a frustrated glance. Dixon found this entertaining indeed.
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