Who: Ophelia Sinclair and Cruz Santi-Deangelo What: Sugar Rush Brunch When: Saturday, March 8, 2014 10 am Where: Ophelia's quarters Rating: Medium Warnings: Food fights, cooking and a bouncy tigger Cruz
So Cruz had made a new friend, and spent his break with her making insane amounts of food. Ophelia was amazing, once she began talking to him in person. It was okay though. Cruz had no problem babbling on and on. It had only taken accidentally splattering batter across Ophelia's face as he was talking with his hands to get her to laugh at him and began babbling with him like she did in the journals. Cruz wouldn't tell you how many days it was, but he was relentless. He showed up every day, a different recipe to try.
Today he had brought the stuff over to make Tapas, and he was currently listening to Ophelia talk. Otherwise Cruz was possibly going to cut off his fingers while he chopped potatoes and talked. He smiled up at her as he curled the knife around the potato to peel it. "Seriously?" he asked his brows rising, "No, I don't believe it. I saw you and your brother dance at the ball. You can dance, girl. You do not have two left feet. Not possible."