A Sticky Situation

“No, that’s not what I meant at all”, he said with a bemused frown. “I was just… oh, you know what I meant!”
Cheyenne looked upwards at him, not bothering to take her lips from the straw.
“Seriously,” he continued, knowing full well he was simply digging himself a deeper hole, “it was nothing. You’re blowing the whole thing out of proportion.”
She pouted, and flicked the straw from her mouth. A little blob of soda jumped into the air, took aim, and landed right on the end of her nose.
If Rob laughed, he knew it would be the end of him.

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