Amy cast her eyes to the ceiling as she thought and leaned back in her seat, “Some banana bread for Margaret and a bunch of cupcakes: chocolate, vanilla, and pistachio. Then I made some cookies, snickerdoodle mostly, but I made chocolate chip for the staff too since they’re Shakur’s favorites.”
"Wow," Ricky breathed out, "Seems like a lot."
"Well," Amy responded bashfully, "It helped me clear my thoughts. Baking always does that."
Ricky nodded, “Yeah, Ashley mentioned something like that.”
Amy rolled her eyes and slipped her hand out of his, bringing it up to loosen her hair tie and reset her ponytail. He watched her as she pulled her hair back, smoothing the ridges as she went and then shaking a few hairs loose so that they framed her face perfectly. When she met his gaze again she furrowed her brow and smiled curiously, “What?”
He sighed, “You have no idea the affect you have do you?”