A sweet witch

“Hey.” Eve waved her hands at Fanny when she came in. Her bright smile made her face light her and her large eyes were charming. Her bob hair was neat and was just over her face.

“You came late.” She pouted, Moscow helped her with a seat.

“Are you drunk Eve? You hardly drink, why are you taking alcohol, are you bothered by something? Thank you.” She said that to Moscow and sat down.

“Not any more now that you’re here, you’re such a cute pie.” She cupped her face in her hands. Fanny scrunched her face at her and pulled her hands away from her face. “...you’re drunk.” She concluded. Eve's head fell on the table and she smiled sheepishly at both of them.

“She took just a bottle.” Moscow picked out the beans off his meal.

“Oh.” Eve slapped her forehead and sat up.

“I forgot, I need to introduce you both. Fanny this is my friend Moscow and this Moscow is my girlie, Fanny. You both should hug and kiss.”

Moscow laughed at her, her face had gone red at the cheeks. It fell back on the t