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She flicked his nose and smirked. "Hey, dont knock em till you try em!" She laughed. "Really though they're just for the image. I'll take a regular old coffee anytime..." She sighed, taking another casual bite.

"So what's your favorite food EVER? I mean your guilty pleasure, knock out favorite?" She asked tilting her head as she licked the frosting off her finger.

She alughed. "Um...I'd have to say....I love a good greasy funnel cake." She smiled matter of factly. "We used o eat them all the time as kids. I havent hd one in ages though...I'm definitely going to go snag one the next festival that comes into town. That and cotton candy. They just have good memories for me..." She smiled at him, finishing up her roll.

"But that comfort food....Corn Pancakes with molasses? Maybe on good mornings she'd break out the powdered sugar and a touch of vanilla for special occasions..." She seemed lost in her own memories for a moment before snapping out of it. "I miss that kind of food too..." She smiled looking down.

She swallowed her mouthful of sweetness and set the rest ofthe roll down, wiping her hands on a napkin. She sighed, her eyes deterred for a moment as if thinking very hard.

Finally though, she pulled her hair up a bit, exposing her neck, turning to him and pulling her shirt down so he could see the nape of her neck.

There was a tiny but visible tattoo of what looked like a robin. "...Her name was Robin..." she said quietly, not moving form her position, just letting the silence set in.

"I was 10 when she died...She was only 17..." She swallowed a little but said nothing else for the moment, simply letting that much sink in.

"It was my first rebellious act..." She explained with a solemn smile. "Though when my father saw what it was, he just started crying and wasnt mad anymore... I dont think he's ever paid much attention to me since then..." She shruged letting her hair fall again.

"Its ok though....I dont talk about it with anyone... But I feel bad just keeping it from you..." She turned around, and leaned against the cabinet opposite of him.

"She died of an extremely rare and at the time, incurable disease. She had been bed ridden for about half a year before it finally claimed her..." She looked down at the floor.
"I know it must be silly...families lose children, mothers, fathers, or even all and they get over it...it was just... a hard blow to our family....." She hugged her arms for a moment.

"...She was my best friend....Things were tough back then, we were dirt poor....Mom and dad both worked full time trying to support us...so they were rarely home. It was always just me and my sister....I wasn't a very social kid to begin with...then with our lack of money, i was more of an outcast. The only person i ever felt...'me' with..was her..." She blinked a few times. "That book I always carry with me? She'd gotten it for free because she worked at the library part time here and there, and would be paid with minimal money, but mostly books. That one ecspecially was her favorite. It talked about love between sisters and they're adventures with love, romance, trials, Family going through hard times but making it out alright in the end, being happy together forever..." She swallowed a little trying not to cry. "She taught me to read. It was the first book I ever read. She'd read parts of it to me every night until i was old enough to try on my own... when we were done, She would sit and tell me how wonderful life would be once papa got the business off the ground. She talked of how we could have new shoes, pretty dresses, even a hat or a purse..." she smiled distantly before meeting his eyes.

"Once Mrs. Gruber down the hall gave us a box of her daughters old clothes. She said she had out grown them and was heading off to college so we could have them. I'll never forget... there was a wool hat that i wore to school.... And a pair of gloves that Robin and I fought over, and ended up each jsut wearing one..." She smiled, a small tear forming. "Then there was this purse....a petite and in retro spect, ugly, little thing, but we weren't used to having something like that...I remember throwing a tantrum because Robin got to take it to school because they said i'd lose it....and i pouted for days until she finally let me borrow it..." Her voice cracked a little. "I was...so proud of that little thing....but during recess I set it down to go play...and i never found it again...." She smiled her eyes watering somehting terrible.

"I remember being afraid to go home so i hid in that park...the one where we were the first night we met?" She looked at him with a smile. "And i waited till it was dark, and just as i was about to freeze, i saw robin. She was calling for me, looking scarred and as if she were crying. She found me behind that tree, and the first thing i said was how sorry i was i lost the purse. But she didnt yell. She didnt scold me...she just...threw her arms around me and cried, saying how she didnt care about some old purse. That she was just glad I was safe...." A few tears rolled down her face.

"She told me that just like in the book....we'd never have to worry about material things or men coming between us...." She looked down and smiled,then laughed to cover up her tears as she wipped her eyes furiously. "Its the book we burried with her.... My father bought me my own copy for my birthday...." She brought it all back together, lookingat hm a moment, then lookign away, her grip on he own arms tightening.

Her heart ached as he held her though she didnt move at first, only relaxing into his hold. "I've never told anyone this...." She breathed into him. Though him promising he wouldn't go anywhere meant so much more to her than he'd ever know.

She was always so used to everything happy in her life being temporary so she never became comfortable with it. Maybe thats why She never told anyone about her past. The less attached her relationships, the less they hurt.

Though now that she had told Alex... She couldn't help but feel that suddenly she was going to lose him. But she tried to push that thought away, bringing her arms around him and burrowing her head into his chest.

"From you....I love them..." She sniffed and dried her eyes, smiling up at him.
"And that sounds absolutely wonderful..." She nodded, giving him another hug, and leaning up to kiss him sweetly. "What movies do you have?" She asked, pulling away just to clean up her mess from the cinnamon rolls.

She smirked coming over to him, hugging him from behind. "I am really the least picky person when it comes to movie. Lets watch your favorite..." SHe encouraged, through leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I can't promise I'll be 100% attentive though..." She smirked and kissed his neck with a giggle.

She let out a joyous cry as they hit the couch, laughing and demanding that he stop, though really just wanted him to continue. Upon first meeting Alex, she would have never taken him as the type to roughhouse or act silly, to tackle and tickle her the way he was now. Yet here he was, making her laugh and feel so happy and carefree, probably for the first time in ages.

Her only advantage was to grab him and attempt to kiss him off. Which she hoped worked by the time she finally managed to locate his lips and embrace them with her own passionately, even if just to be a distraction.