"Ooh, who brought cake?" I ask walking into the kitchen, Daphne peaks her head from behind the fridge doors, the air knocks out from my lungs.
"I'm not sure, but help yourself to a slice. Constance already ate half of it."
I don't answer, just smile and stand in front of the cake, taking the knife in my hand and trying to figure out how to cut the mess of a cake Constance had left behind.
"Do I intimidate you?" Daphne asks, appearing suddenly beside me and standing so incredibly close.
"No, Daphne. You don't intimidate me." I laugh, trying to break the weird tension.
"You sure? Because you never look me in the eye and you scurry away everytime I walk into a room." She moves closer, looking up at me with a small smile.
"I do not do either of those things, Daphne." I laugh, trying to break the strange tension in the room.
"You either don't like me or you have a crush on me...so which one is it?" She swipes her hand in the cake, sucking the frosting off and never breaking eye contact.
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I swallow hard, my mouth becoming incredibly dry. "Daphne, I do not have a crush on you."
She smiles, leaning up off the counter and walking out of the kitchen. "Wish you did."
