“Two-tone cotton candy for the lady, popcorn for my man, please help yourselves to some garlic fries or choco-crunchies, but do not touch my smoothie or I won’t hesitate to kill you and everyone you’ve ever loved.” Ruby snagged the bag of cotton candy from the top of the pile. “Oscar, can I have a sip of your smoothie?” Oscar fixed a cold look on her for three, four seconds, then wilted. “Yeah, all right.” Jigging in place, Ruby took the smoothie from the tray. Oscar’s eyes followed the straw into her mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Adrian rolled his eyes, sneaking a handful of popcorn.
