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Interacting with:  Tater ([@NarcissisticPotato])

Henry went for the sweet bowl again when he ran out of the batch in his hands and noticed someone also reaching for his precious sweets. He casually slipped a glance her way (he knew it was a her from the delicate nature of her wrist) before returning his gaze to the sweets before him.

[i]...Wait. Who the hell was that?[/i]

He turned back to do a double take.

[i]...No way.[/i]

He turned back to the sweets dish, a confused look on his face, and then turned back to look at her again.

[i]Cara? Cara Fitzgerald?[/i]

[i]...[/i]

[i]Fitz?![/i]

He hadn't seen Cara in years. They'd parted ways without even so much as a goodbye. He'd always wondered what she thought happened to him. Hell, he wondered what everyone back then thought had happened to him.

"His mother finally snapped and killed them both."

"The gangs his mom borrowed money from came and killed them."

"He was sold as a servant to pay for all the damages he's ever caused."

Surely they all thought the worst of him. What else could happen to a small boy who had nothing but mysterious money that his mother somehow managed to procure and an urge to cause mayhem?

After a moment of staring at the bowl out of shock, and thinking about how much more attractive Cara had become, Henry suppressed a chuckle. Of all the places to meet her again, it had to be here. Without moving his head, Henry took a glance at Cara, a smirk on his lips. He'd done this several times before but he'd always been too small to do much of anything to her. She'd always gloat that her balance was good enough that he could never knock her over. It was all he could do to suppress the snort coming from his mouth with his hand. Casually, he pushed his hip over to her and bumped her, attempting to knock her off of her balance.

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-Henry is a cinnamon roll.
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