Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

"Soft pretzels…" she answered quietly.

"Oh! Do you dip 'em in melted cheese? I like doing that sometimes, if the cheese isn't disgusting."

"I prefer mustard," she said with a small smile.

"Eewww." He wrinkled his nose, face scrunched up in exaggerated disgust.

"What? It's good!" she defended shyly.

"It tastes…funky."

Oh, God. She blushed. Dammit Laura… "Oh…"

"And don't understand how there's sweet and spicy and normal and like three thousand different kinds! It's weird!" He looked baffled at that.

If he doesn't like funky he won't like you… Shuttup! "I-I just like regular…"

"That's…better, at least. Ketchup is still superior." He pronounced ketchup like katchup, weaving their fingers together.

"Only if you say it the right way," she teased.

"What? Ketchup?" Nicky asked, still pronouncing it katchup.

"Yeah," she said, her lips parted in a quiet laugh.

"How am I pronouncing it wrong?"

"KETchup," she emphasized.

"Katchup?"

"KETchup."

"KATchup?"

"KETchup."

He was messing with her now, trying to fight a smile. "Katch."

"It's ketchup," she insisted.

"Prove it."

"They spell it with an e, not an a," she retorted.

"Language is fake. It's all made up, so why can't I make up my own shit?" He countered stubbornly.

"Because katchup sounds wrong!"

"No it doesn't! It sounds perfectly fine!"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever…"

He flopped back onto the bad, arms spread out. "So mean. Can't just let me live my life."

"That was a line in a poem I wrote once," she murmured.

"Really?"