Frost and Khione sat opposed to one another in their own little world. The hustle and bustle of their surroundings being completely ignored as Frost held up his cup of Dark Molasses, encouraging Khione to take a sip. The area being urged being the exact spot that he had drank from earlier.
He lightly smiled in a warm and innocent manner as though completely unaware of the implications behind his actions that had Khione's face pinking up and her heart beating like a drum. The word 'indirect kiss' ringing in her mind over and over.
