“What is this food fight you are trying to start?” Summer picked up her knife and shook it at him. “Let me see the desserts … ” She flipped through, and her eyes lit. “Oh, they have carrot cake! I /love/ carrot cake. Please, Tony?”
Tony laughed. “Hey, go ahead. Not like we actually have somewhere to be after this.” He glanced over the dessert menu. “Besides, they have tiramisu, so I’ve got nothin’ to complain about.” It was only a few moments later that the server came back to take their dessert orders and bring a couple boxes.
She was half-tempted to hurry through the cake, but at the first bite she closed her eyes and moaned in pure bliss. “Oh my god, this is so very good.” Every single bite, she savored slowly, deliberately swiping a finger through the cream cheese frosting and smearing it on her lips before licking it off.
Tony arched one eyebrow slowly as he watched her, his attention only partially focused on his own dessert. “Is that really necessary?” he finally asked, his tone marginally accusatory. “You’re gonna get us thrown out for indecent behavior.” Whether he was referring to her treatment of her cake or something else entirely was still unclear.
“Don’t care. If they still let you in here, nothing I do is going to be shocking.” She ate another bite, picking up crumbs with her fingertip. “You’re just jealous.” In a short amount of time, only a few smears were left. Summer looked at the plate, then at Tony, then back at the plate. “I’m tempted to lick it.”