"We've been here for forty-five minutes, Dahlia! They're both nice! Just pick one? Please? Pretty-please?" you beg, pouting a bit.
Dahlia rolls her tiny eyes. "It has not! It can't have been more than half an hour, tops. You're so dramatic!", she teases, chuckling at your expression and crossed arms.
Maybe she's right, but it feels like it's been forever, and you can feel eyes on you. The other customers had long since clocked the indecisive, pint sized size witch. Your mind briefly drifted to what they might be thinking, but a sudden tiny popping sound brought you out of your daydream.
Dahlia was snapping her itty bitty, glittery clawed fingers at you, trying to get your attention. She giggled. "Penny for your thoughts? Something naughty, I bet!"
You feel your face flush scarlet, and your heart skips a beat.
She notices your blush immediately; her lips curling into a smirk.
"Hmm, I've decided!" she declares.
"H-have you now?" you stammer, blood flowing in the opposite direction of your brain.
"I'll get both!"
Story written by Dahlia