Syn choked, the vanilla milkshake catching in his throat as he coughed, a ragged sputter that drew a flush to his cheeks. The glass clinked against the table as he set it down, his hand fumbling for balance as he wheezed, the cold sweetness turning traitor in his windpipe.
"Hey! Careful—you okay?" Pako's tone flipped to concern, her hand darting out to pat his head with a gentle thump, her other hand shoving a glass of water toward him with a clatter. He grabbed it, gulping it down between coughs, and she grinned, her worry melting back into mischief. "It should be me coughing on your milkshake, not the other way 'round," she quipped, her voice a sultry taunt as she leaned back, her bare foot still brushing his leg, her smirk widening as she watched him sputter anew.
