"What's happening to me? Every time I look at him, my brain just completely shuts off and goes into screensaver mode… Am I—oh gods, am I actually falling in love?!"
She peeked at him again.
He caught her looking and peeked back.
Their eyes met for the third time in ten seconds.
"Oh no, oh no, why is he so devastatingly handsome when he stares at me like that? This is not fair to my poor heart!"
Meanwhile, Drake was replaying those magical words in his mind on an endless loop: "You're so cute when you pout…"
His face went red as a sunset."She called me cute. I'm not dreaming, right? Because if I am, I'm staying asleep forever and no one can make me wake up."
He smiled to himself, that warm feeling in his chest growing stronger.
"Nice and slow, Drake. You've got all the time in the world to figure this out. But first…"
"Time to eat some magical street food and continue the best day of my entire life."
THUD!
The door flung open with theatrical flair, and Annie sashayed out like she was performing in slow motion. Two steaming trays balanced perfectly in her hands, her tail swirling playfully behind her, bells jingling with every sultry step. Her generous curves bounced with each movement like they had a life of their own.
Drake's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
*Oh sweet mother of all that's holy… *he gulped, eyes glued to the walking temptation approaching their table.
Elsa squinted at Annie with an instant death glare that could probably kill small woodland creatures.
Annie jolted the moment her emerald eyes met Elsa's burning stare.
*Creepy nya…* she thought, carefully setting the trays in front of them with exaggerated grace.
"Dear gods above…" Drake breathed, gawking at the feast before him.
Golden honeyfruit skewers glistened with roasted glaze, oozing sweet juice over sizzling meat chunks stacked between colorful magical vegetables. The aroma alone slapped his senses like a divine revelation.
"What… what is this ambrosia?! I can feel my brain going offline. I want it. I need it. I will sell my soul for this magical goodness."
His mouth practically flooded with anticipation.
"Enjoy your meal, nya~" Annie purred with a playful bow that showed off her assets.
"Of course! Thanks, Annie," Elsa replied with forced politeness.
But Annie smirked behind her tray. *Now's my chance to make my move…*
She subtly raised her fluffy tail and brushed it "accidentally" across Drake's nose.
"Huh—ACHOO!"
Drake launched into a dramatic sneeze.
Elsa's eyes narrowed dangerously. *What are you plotting, you scheming feline…*
Annie leaned forward, tilting her head with innocent concern. "Oh no~ Did my naughty tail bother you? I'm sooo sorry, nya~"
She was now just inches from Drake's face, her sweet strawberry scent filling his nostrils.
*She smells incredible… like strawberries and pure temptation…*
From this angle, Drake caught a perfect glimpse of Annie's shiny, bouncy cheast pillows straining against her maid outfit.
"Forgive me, for I have sinned. My eyes… they've been blessed and cursed simultaneously."
Annie's smirk widened. *Hook, line, and sinker.*
"Are you okay? Let me get you a tissue~" she offered sweetly, her voice dripping honey.
Elsa's grip on her spoon tightened until it snapped with a sharp crack.
Annie grinned wickedly at her. "Time to seal the deal and make this cutie all mine…"
"Whoopsie!"
Annie "slipped" forward with Oscar-worthy acting.
BOOF!
Drake's face landed square between her ultra-soft boobs like he'd been swallowed by the world's most comfortable pillow fortress.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?! Her chest… my face… I'm trapped in paradise… they're so warm… and fluffy… AND THEY SMELL LIKE HEAVEN—"
"I'm sooo sorry, nya~ I tripped!" Annie said with fake innocence, secretly enjoying every second.
"No problem at all… feel free to trip anytime… I'll always be here to catch you…" Drake mumbled incoherently, his mind melting into pure bliss.
Elsa's hands slammed on the table with enough force to rattle the entire street.
"ENOUGH, ANNIE! Aren't you supposed to be working?!"
"Why so grumpy, Elsa-nyan~?" Annie teased, still keeping Drake trapped in her soft prison. "I am working—can't you see I'm taking exceptional care of our customer?"
"More like sexually harassing him in broad daylight!" Elsa growled like a protective lioness.
"Oh please~ Don't be such a prude. Besides, he's not yours, so I can do whatever I want, nya~" Annie winked provocatively.
"Who said he's not mine?!" Elsa snapped before she could stop herself.
"Ooooh, someone's jealous~" Annie sang teasingly.
"Me? Jealous? As if! Like I said earlier—he's a tree-climbing pervert who'll use you for your… your naughty parts!"
"Mmmph…" Drake groaned blissfully from within his soft prison.
"See? He's enjoying every second of it," Elsa pointed accusingly.
*I don't even know what they're arguing about… but I never want to leave this magical place…* Drake's consciousness began to drift.
"It's fine! Handsome guys get away with everything, nya~" Annie sang cheerfully.
"You filthy, scheming feline—"
"So rude! Besides, he clearly likes it. Don't you, Sir Lorenzo~?"
"I… I'm in paradise…" Drake mumbled dreamily.
"Didn't catch all of that, but I'll take it as an enthusiastic yes~"
"GET. OFF. HIM. NOW." Elsa barked with murderous intent.
"Nope~ I'm too comfy. He's perfectly fine. Aren't you, cutie?" Annie purred, pressing his face even deeper into her generous breast.
"MMF—AIR—I NEED AIR PLEASE—"
Elsa panicked, her protective instincts kicking in. "Annie, you're going to suffocate him!"
"No way! He's totally fine! Just enjoying the soft, bouncy ride, meow~"
"Goodbye… cruel world… death by BOOBIFICATION… At least I'll die the happiest man who ever lived…" Drake's soul began its ascension to whatever afterlife awaited perverted protagonists.
His arms flopped uselessly like cooked noodles.
"Wait—Annie, he's actually not breathing!" Elsa shouted in genuine alarm.
"MEOW! I didn't mean to accidentally murder him!"
Annie yanked him out with a dramatic POP!
"GAAAASP! Sweet, precious oxygen!" Drake inhaled like a drowning man breaching the surface.
"I'm so sorry, nya! I got a little carried away!"
"No big deal at all," Drake wheezed with a dopey smile. "I just… saw my grandmother beckoning me toward a bright light. I almost crossed over to the other side."
"NO BIG DEAL?!" Elsa exploded like a volcano. "She almost turned you into a pancake with her boobs!"
"Calm down, Elsa. She was just… taking exceptionally good care of me. As any dedicated employee should, right?" Drake said with innocent eyes.
Elsa puffed her cheeks out like an angry chipmunk and turned away with a dramatic huff.
"Right. Support the girl who nearly murdered you with her chest. You absolute pervert."
"Come on~ I was just playing around a little," Annie giggled without a trace of remorse.
Elsa whirled around with another death glare that could melt steel.
Annie jolted backward. "N-Nyah—okay, okay! I'm going back inside! Enjoy your food! Big Mama will be out to check on you shortly~"
"Awesome! I'll dig right in!" Drake said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the tension.
Annie blushed adorably and gave him one final sultry wink before sashaying away, her tail flicking and hips swaying like a hypnotic pendulum.
Drake's eyes followed every single movement like a moth to flame.
"AHEM."
Drake jumped like he'd been electrocuted. "Oh crap… she totally caught me staring."
He turned slowly with a guilty expression. "Uh… w-what's up, Elsa?" he said with a twitching, nervous smile.
Elsa's glare could have burned holes through solid rock. "You hopeless little pervert."
THWACK!
She smacked him upside the head with impressive force.
"Ow!" Drake winced, rubbing his sore skull pitifully.
Elsa crossed her arms, cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
"Wait… is she actually mad at me?" Drake thought in growing panic. He peeked over cautiously.
Their eyes met for a split second before Elsa turned away with an indignant "Hmph!"
*Yup. She's definitely mad. What should I do? Apologize? Grovel? Cry? Offer my firstborn child as tribute?*
"Hey, Elsa… I'm really, truly sorry for getting carried away like that. Please forgive me?" He deployed his softest, most pitiful puppy-dog voice.
Elsa maintained her stony silence.
Drake's jaw dropped in horror. "The dreaded silent treatment! This is it. This is how my beautiful love story dies. Goodbye, cruel romantic subplot…"
He slumped face-first onto the table with the most dramatic sigh in recorded history.
Elsa peeked at him from the corner of her eye.
"Should I forgive him? No way! He was literally face-deep in another girl's chest! But… he does look genuinely sorry… Ugh, don't fall for those puppy eyes, Elsa! …Dammit, I'm totally falling for it."
Drake sniffled pathetically and lifted his head with genuinely teary eyes.
"Oh no… he looks exactly like my sad little rabbit. My heart can't handle this level of cuteness."
A single, perfect tear rolled down his cheek.
"I can't… I just can't stay mad at that face!"
Elsa sighed in defeat and slid her handkerchief across the table. "Here. Wipe your tears, you big dummy."
"Oh… thank you so much, Elsa. You're a literal angel sent from heaven." Drake sniffled again hopefully. "Does this mean… you actually forgive me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I forgive you. Now stop crying before people start thinking I'm some kind of mean gorilla girl who makes innocent men weep in public!"
Drake's face lit up like Christmas morning as he wiped his tears. "You know, you're absolutely adorable when you pretend not to care about me."
"WHAT?!"
*Oh no—here comes the murder express.* Drake braced for impact.
But instead of violence, Elsa's face turned bright red and she looked away bashfully.
*Wait… she's blushing? Actually blushing?*
"Elsa… are you blushing right now?" he teased with growing confidence.
"I—I absolutely am not!"
Drake burst into delighted laughter. "You're so incredibly fun to be around, you know that?"
Elsa couldn't help but smirk back. "Don't try to flatter your way out of trouble with those cheesy lines, Lorenzo."
GRRRWWWWLLL!
Drake's traitorous stomach chose that moment to roar with the fury of a starving dragon.
"Ugh! All this romantic drama made me forget how absolutely starving I am. Can I please eat now before I actually die?"
"Whatever. It's my treat anyway," Elsa said with fond exasperation.
"You're the best! Don't mind if I do!"
Drake grabbed a juicy honeyfruit skewer, took an enormous bite, and his eyes practically rolled back in pure ecstasy.
"OH MY GODS! Where have you been all my life?! This is better than anything I've ever tasted!"
Elsa giggled at his dramatic food reaction. "You're impossible, Lorenzo."
Drake munched away happily with the biggest smile on his face while Elsa just watched him with growing fondness.
*This boy is really something special… he's not like anyone I've ever met. I want to know everything about him…"
*No need to rush though. We've got all the time in the world to figure this out.*
She smiled softly to herself and took her first bite of the magical feast.