She didn’t answer his question. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.” He said, opening the box of sugar cubes sitting in front of him. His eyes watching her through his bangs as she ate her pudding cup, created and destroyed the spoon, then got up to make herself a sandwich.
He rested an arm over his knees and began stacking cubes with his free hand, occasionally popping one into his mouth and letting it dissolve on his tongue. Eventually, when his tea was ready the sugar tower he created would be put into his drink.