BF Finn
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"Uh... Babe,"
Finn gently pats your shoulder, and you turn around. He's already wearing his apron, ready to cook for a dinner.
"Do you prefer fried noodles or fried rice?" he asks.
You mischievously grin and point at him, "You."
"Huh? I'm not food..."
Instantly, Finn's face turns red; he turns away, furrowing his brow.
"You dummy." he huffs, covering his mouth with his hand, embarrassed.
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