Fiction sponsored by Ferrero

Last night Rok and I almost finished a box of Raffaellos between us. Yes, that is a lot of Raffaellos. Ferrero have also released these new dark chocolate thingies which are just as spherical as all their other sweeties and we got a little box of four to try. I love dark chocolate, but they weren’t really as moorish as Raffaellos and Rochers.

So of-course my natural tendency to romanticise everything kicked into gear and in my head I wrote this scene, faithfully transcribed for your pointless pleasure.
As is my habit, I won’t denote the gender of either role, I leave that entirely up to you. All combinations are welcome and totally intended, it’s not important that I specify the roles, it’s important that you immerse yourself in them and interpret them in a way that suits you.
Also for those unfamiliar with my creative writing, most of the description/direction is fairly minimal, so it might take some getting used-to. Don’t worry if you don’t like it, I enjoyed it anyway.

Kitchen
Bench
Box of chocolates
Walks in with a letter folded in thirds
Perhaps a bill or invoice
Reading while walking
Approaches bench
Stops
Looks away from piece of paper
Box of chocolates
– Oh.
Stare
Puts down paper
Opens box
Takes one item out
Unwraps
Eats
– Mm.
Picks up piece of paper
Exits

The sound of the door
Open
Jingle keys
Close – thump
Turn around
Freeze
Directly and quickly approach bench
Take one item out
Unwrap
Eat
Another one
Unwrap
Eat
Repeat
Exit kitchen

Letter in hand, perhaps on another page
Return to kitchen
Approach bench slowly while reading
Hand into box without looking
Nothing
Blink
Swish hand
Nothing
Stare
Footsteps
The sound of an inhale behind
Turn around
Stare
– Did you eat all of them?
Blink
— Um…
Stare
Silence
Step forward
Push aside paper
Clasp head in arms
Kiss
Eyes closed
Long, slow, sincere, playfully desperate
Break
Exhale against lips
Stare
Turn and exit
Stunned, wide-eyed and still holding paper
– Right.