#Chapter 20 - Allergic

I smirk a little, turning back to my work, turning the churros over as they turn a nice golden brown. “Do you have any chocolate in your room, Frankie?” I ask, knowing the answer already. “Of course I do.” “Go and get it – I’ll make a dipping sauce.” He hesitates for a second, but I laugh and give him a little kick on the calf. “Learn how to share,” I tease, grinning at him. “We don’t need all of what is sure to be your entire stash.” “Fine,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me. “But I give you this boon once, in the name of churros. Otherwise, get your own chocolate.” I laugh to myself as Frankie hurries back to his room. “Plate?” I say, gesturing for Christian to come close. He does as asked, bringing forward the little paper-towel covered plate that I prepared. He holds it out as I use tongs to lift the churros out of the oil, placing them one by one on the plate. “You’re good at this,” he murmurs, and I smile as I look up into his face, my stomach twisting when I see that he’s