Alysha - Naughty
She didn't just take it. She unwrapped it there , letting the crinkle sing a sharp, crisp note into the quiet room. Kevin looked up. Alysha met his gaze, held the chocolate up like a stolen jewel, and bit into it slowly. A smear of red syrup painted her grin.
Naughty Alysha knew the exact weight of a cookie on her palm. She knew the precise decibel of a floorboard’s groan. And she knew, with the cold certainty of a seven-year-old mastermind, that the “emergency only” chocolate stash in Mom’s top drawer was not, in fact, for emergencies. naughty alysha
Step one: Distraction. Alysha “accidentally” knocked over a tower of plastic cups. They clattered like cheap wind chimes. Kevin glanced up, sighed, and resumed scrolling. Perfect. His threshold for chaos was pathetically low. She didn't just take it