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₊˚⊹♡ 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : Ah...ToonTown, a place filled with wonders and ink. Lots of ink. Not to mention, it's a "fun" town filled with wacky characters and toons who seem to have "eccentric" personalities? They're great and all but why are you attracting this attention of these strange characters when you're just a bakery owner who's just trying to make a living...?
₊˚⊹♡ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 : 5.2k words
₊˚⊹♡ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 — Flashbacks and not good ones. Chat I'm not good at this part.
⋆.𐙚 ̊— MOTM!MODERN x FemaleBaker!Reader
₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — 22 YEARS AGO.
"...Auntie, where's mama?"
You remember.
You remember asking Aunt Hazel that question when you first arrived at her place, a small bakery and house, the traditional shophouse layout. You remember your mother dropping you off, you getting out of the car and her dropping your stuffed bunny into your hands.
And as soon as you turned to stare at the place, the car engine roared to and immediately drove away.
Leaving you there.
Without even a goodbye.
"Tch, what the hell is she thinking?" You heard murmurs coming from the shop and footsteps that sound as if they were coming towards you. "Didn't even come in to greet me. Some mother she is."
You didn't understand her back then since you were around seven years old at that time. But you recalled it not being entirely appropriate to the ears.
The door was busted open and the bell chimed loudly making you flinch and out came a woman. She looked as if she was in her early forties yet had that rebellious vibe surrounding her with the cigarette she was holding and smoking. She had fiery hair that was the color of scarlet that cascaded down her shoulders and wore jeans rolled above her ankles and a simple button-up shirt paired with some flats. Yet, in contrast was wearing a frilly apron filled with small heart patterns making the whole appearance look a bit off.
Despite that accessory however, she looked the opposite next to your prim and proper mother.
"Crap, I mean...." You heard her say under her breath as she quickly fumbled with her cigarette, pulling out a small container out of her apron and putting it out inside that small box.
"Hello, Miss, I didn't mean to disturb you but is this the Hazel Oven Bakery.....?" You questioned meekly, clutching your bunny as she held this intimidating presence.
"You got it right." She crouches down to meet your eye level, her voice changing to this gravelly soft tone trying not to scare you. "What's your name, kid?"
You softly answered with your name and you clearly remember seeing her eyebrows shot up in recognition as you replied.
"You're Bonnie's daughter...."
You tilted your head in question.
"Oh, uhm...right, you wouldn't probably know that." She muttered before raising up her index finger.
"Is Bonabelle your mother?" She smiled gently.
You blinked before slowly nodding in response.
"Figured." She sighed before standing back up. "You have her little quirk when she's also confused about something."
"You know mama, Miss..." You asked in a small voice before trailing off.
"No need for that, you can call me Auntie Hazel." She folded her arms before letting out a large grin, ruffling your head.
"And I'm your mother's sister."
When you entered the bakery, the scent of baked bread flooded your senses, unfurling in the room as if it was welcoming an old friend home. However, that delicous smell lasted for what felt like a few seconds of a piece of heaven. Another odor arrived, and it was unfamiliar.
Well, that was an understatement. You remember it smelling like absolute shit.
The definition of roadkill.
You wrinkled your nose at the aroma which didn't escape your newly-known auntie's notice.
She laughed heartily at the scrunched up expression you wore, making you stare at her. It was a stark difference from the way your mother did it, covering her lips delicately and politely in front of visitors back at home.
"You shoulda seen the look on your face, kid!" She shakes her head to get rid of all the giggles, but still wears her stapled grin as you followed her into what you assume was the bakery's kitchen. As you got closer, the odor got worse and worse than when you were at the entrance.
"Got a strong sense of smell, huh? My bad, I saw these fish at the wet market, and they said it was from one of those islands in the South East! The smell was way worse when it was raw!"
You remembered Auntie Hazel pulling out a bubbling oozy 'thing' out of the oven. You almost felt like barfing back then. You knew if that smell were to ever reach the outside world, it would even send a rat into coma.
Oh my Celestials, is that a fish head?!
"Mis-uhm...Auntie?" You raised a hand and quietly pointed at the dish.
If you can even call it a dish.
"What is that supposed to be?"
She lets out this sly grin that made you shiver in your boots, holding up the pie pan she pulled from the oven. "This my child, is my newest concoction. A recipe that had me up who knows how may nights ever soince I got ahold of this fish!"
"Hazel's Fish Pie with a twist of strawberries and a drizzle of lemon and a special glaze of ketchup, orange juice, and a bit of basil for that special kick."
What did you say again earlier? Right.
Fucking roadkill.
And those pretty leaves on top?
Did not help.
"Would you like a taste?" You remember staying as still as a statue, sweating as your aunt took steps closer to you. She was holding the tray as if it was an ordinary pastry, and not some newly-discovered poison that could probably kill toons within the hour. "Just one bi—"
"There you are, Sunny!" A man took a peek in the kitchen. He wore this no-playing around kind of look to him when you were younger. He looked to be a simple guy when you meet him, wearing a simple polo and trousers and some leather shoes. You remember you being intimidating before your expression shifted to one of surprise when his hand held your auntie's waist as he was giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Oh, Shawn!" Your Aunt Hazel called out in delight as she began discussing her creation.
How could one's face switch into one of fondness at that horrid creation?
"And I added some lemon zest and pepper like that one restaurant we went to in one of our dates. I was inspired by—" She paused and narrows her eyes at his face. "Are you even listening?!"
He was wearing a small smile on his face.
"As I always do, Sunny." He murmurs before turning his gaze towards you. "But, I also happen to wonder why a little girl is in your kitchen?"
"Oh shi- I mean right." She corrected herself as soon as he gave her a look and looked at you with a small smile and gave introductions. "This is my niece, Bonny's daughter...."
"Ah..." You saw his brows furrowed as he stared at me.
"My name is Shawn Ryefield."
"You can call him Uncle Shawn." Aunt Hazel grins. "Don't mind his stony face, that's just how he looks."
"Sonny...."
The discussion of the so-called fish pie continued throughout the day, until after dinner. Despite your auntie being as entertaining as she can be, there was this awkward atmosphere you felt between you and your uncle.
After dinner, you decided to help your auntie with the dishes. You didn't really have a lot to do and felt off and decided to help by wiping the kitchenware dry when she finished. She tried to stop you but you shook your head.
"Never be in anyone's debt. They'll make you pay for it eventually."
A phrase you heard from your mother when lecturing you.
You stopped drying the dish, your movements slowing to a halt. Without thinking, you reached out and clutched a handful of your auntie's pant leg, hands curling around the fabric. The sudden touch caught her attention, and she turned to look down at you with a puzzled expression.
"...Auntie," you murmured, voice small, "where's Mama?"
You remember seeing your auntie's face crack at the mention of her.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — PRESENT DAY.
"Oh my fuckin—" You swore to the Celestials above as you stood in the kitchen wanting to get coffee, hands in your head in comical frustration.
"I FORGOT TO TAKE THE ESPRESSO MACHINE FOR REPAIRS." You groaned, dragging your hands down your face.
If you could only cry but you got recipes to experiment on, and tears can't replace salt.
You just got home from the marketplace, got in the shower and in your comfortable house clothes after organizing your groceries. After the hellish day you had. From the bus trip to the crowds and of course the porcelain cup toon who looks like a hobo who'd try to pay rent through bottle caps being chased down and making you gamble with him just for Lemon.
"Lemon, Mango." You remarked with your back turned from them, hearing their little claws on your kitchen island. "You so much as fucking touch those bags, my knives are right over here and will make chicken nuggets."
Your birds gave these little cheeps in sadness as you hear their little claws step away.
You sighed to yourself, swearing under your breath. The day's exhaustion settled a little heavier on your shoulders, and what harm can a little snack do before dinner.
'I'm craving something sweet....' You silently drooled, your stomach's conscience awakening. '...But I need something easy.'
You hummed as you took out some eggs, flour, sugar, some cocoa, a carton of milk and an opened pack of chocolate chips that you forgot you had at the back of the cabinet.
'I mean at least it's not expired....' You shrugged as you peered inside before pouring and whipped them together in a couple mugs from the dishwasher. They were your favorite mugs that you got for a Buy 1 Get 1 at a store and you might as well make it cute as a presentation.
It was still expensive for a Buy 1 Get 1 but they were mugs that were shaped like cupcakes.
So how could you not?
It was worth it.
You hummed as you shoved them into a microwave and dusted off your hands and put it on 1 minute and a half before going to collapse onto the couch.
'I know I can't bring them tomorrow because I know I'll be out of commission right after dealing with the flour and sugar from the supplier. Ah fuck, plus the marketplace. I could do Saturday but I have to deal with the deliveries.' The gears were shifting around in your head as you leaned further. 'Can I last until Sunday....?'
"I have so much fucking work to do." You muttered. "I still have to do a weekly check-in with the bakery...."
"Busy hands dunked in flour, make the best bread."
"Right..." You muttered to yourself, taking a deep breath before letting out a large grin, walking to the fridge to grab some ingredients. "Thanks, Auntie."
At that moment, however, the doorbell rang, stopping you from checking on the brownies as you walked to the foyer to open the door. When you opened it, your eyes widened to find your familiar next-house neighbor.
"Miss Oona." You murmured, blinking at the sight of the sheepish cat toon. You tilted your head in question. "How did you..."
"Find you?" She scratched her neck. "My bad, I had to ask someone leaving the building if she knew you. I believe it was an old woman muttering about birds and bird ladies and witches before she finally told me which apartment."
You felt your soul almost seeping out of your body.
"I'm guessing it's Old Granny Tootsie." You shake your head, sighing before letting out a tired smile.
A series of beeps from the inside, making you turn a bit.
Seems the brownies were done.
"Sorry, was this a bad time?" Oona asked worriedly, scratching her head.
"Oh no, sorry, I just got back from grocery shopping." You chuckled, stepping to the side to give way. "Sorry you've been out for a while, why don't you come in so we can discuss?"
"O-Oh, I was just visiting something as a thank you for the sweets you gave us!" The cat toon held out a bag. "Sorry, I was supposed to also bring over the bags to return as well but they were..."
You tilted your head, unaware how the young Ozlings ravaged through the bag after the smell drifted in the air.
She had a lot to clean up after that.
"Damaged. So I brought these over as an apology." You gently took the bag from her and peered inside to see.
'Wafers...?' You silently read the package, pulling out the large metal can to read the ingredients.
"These are expensive wafers that aren't really sold everywhere. These are hard to find." She explained, catching your attention. "Sorry if they seem rather plain."
'...She looks tired.' You thought.
"I find this thoughtful." You laughed once more. "I'm a baker for crying out loud. I love any kind of sweets."
"I should get going now...." She scratched her chin about to leave.
"Wait, at least have tea with me." You smiled gently as you stopped her. "I can't possibly let a guest go without a bit of hospitality, what kind of a host would I be?"
"But..." She trailed off.
"I have these mug brownies on stand by." You shrugged, grinning unaware of her thoughts. "Great with a dash of ice cream and caramel."
'Shit, did I take a step too far...?'
"..." Oona took a deep inhale before breathing out a sigh. "I suppose I can stay for a little while."
'Phew...' You wiped the imaginary sweat in your forehead internally as you stepped to the side again to let her in.
"Woah, this is a great place you got." The cat toon looks around with wonder as she sits on your couch.
"Why thank you, Miss Oona, I got a good deal with this place." You replied, taking a glance at the toon and letting out a small chuckle at her wonder. You turned back to pour tea into two teacups you set onto a tray. "Got some help around here and I made negotiations revolving around birds."
"Is that why you're known as the Bird Lady?" You felt like crumbling once again at that nickname that has spread around the building.
'That stupid nickname.'
"Pfft—" Your ears perked up and you turned to glance at Oona whose lips are now covered, clearly trying to muffle her laugh.
"I'm so sorry! I'm not laughing at you. Well, mostly." She switched up, telling her honest thoughts with a small sheepish grin. "You got this face whenever someone mentions you and the birds."
"That clear, huh?" You sighed with a smile, raising the spoon in mock offense. "Well, someone's got to look after those little rascals. It's not like I spend my entire day looking to grow a bird army to do my bidding."
"When you put it like that you sound like a caring grandma." She commented as you pulled out two of the mugs out of the microwave. You then took out the bottle of caramel syrup and tub of vanilla ice cream from the fridge.
'I was saving the other one for later for a snack while I test some recipes...' You cried internally. 'Oh well....'
"Miss Oona, I'm only twenty nine." You narrowed your eyes with a huff. You opened up the can of wafers and pulled out two, ripping their wrappings and placing them as topping, finishing up plating and walked over to her.
"You're twenty nine?!"
What.
"Do I look that old to you?" You cried out in laughter as you collapsed onto the sofa.
"I didn't mean it like that!" She exclaimed, gesturing with her hands. "I thought you were around my age, perhaps a little older but still! I should be the one calling you Miss."
""Calm down, I was just joking around." You grinned, trying to lighten the mood before your expression softened. "You're sitting so stiff I half expect you to snap in two. You're a guest here, you know. Make yourself comfortable."
You didn't notice her eyes go wide as you took a seat in the sofa taking up a teacup to take a sip.
You then come to a small realization swivelling your face to look at Oona. "Wait Ms. Oona, how old are you?"
"I'm twenty one." She blinks.
'Ah shit.' You feel a sweat formed. 'I don't wanna look as if I'm taking advantage of her.' I'm looking like a creep.'
"When you say that, it makes my invite sound creepy." You said bluntly with a small smile. You then wore a grin. "Maybe, I should start calling you kid."
"I'm not a child, you know." Her head swiftly turned to you with a sulk. "Jeez, you sound like someone I know."
You shrugged, giving a small playful wink as you took a small sip. It was silent for a few minutes before Oona popped up once more.
"Oona."
"Hm?" You hummed, tilting your head. For a moment, you wonder if you heard her right.
"Just call me Oona." She muttered, her gaze away from you, looking down at her tea.
"Oh?" You murmured.
You really have a hard time without the use of formality with others.
Using names felt oddly wrong without a title as you struggled a bit with Sammy.
As though, someone may appear and scold you once again.
"If you ever imply I'm a child, I'll start calling you Granny." She muttered as she took a sip of the tea as well.
"I won't, I won't, Miss Oona. The granny bit would hurt my pride." You chuckled, raising a hand in defense. "I didn't think that being called a kid would bother you that much."
"Well, you don't sound like you're dropping the Miss either." Oona raised a brow, a side glance to you.
You felt something within you wince as you hear a familiar fleeting voice in your head.
Mind your manners.
With respect this time.
Don't get familiar.
You wore a practiced smile. "Old habits, I suppose. Common courtesy when it comes to business don't you think?"
She glanced at you through the corner of her eye and sighs. "Whatever you say."
"Anyways, I'm pretty sure the brownies are now cooled and we don't want the ice cream melting anymore than it should." You placed down your teacup and clapped your hands. Then you moved to take out the ceramic covers on top of the mugs.
You heard Oona make a sound of awe as you took them out and handed one to her. The wafer on top adds a bit of a munch with the ice cream as a dip. You can just imagine the fudge brownie at the bottom with the vanilla. It makes your chest swell a bit with pride while at the same time smile gently as a baker. Its moments like these that you're happy to see someone light up before taking a bite.
That's why presentation is important.
"But what are these gaudy mugs...?" Oona muttered. "Cupcakes?"
Never mind, moment shattered.
"What does that mean?" You exclaimed, pouting a bit. "These were a Buy 1 Get 1 at a variety store at the corner shop."
"You mean the one down the street near the intersection downtown?" The cat toon cocked an eyebrow. "You gotta be kidding. Everyone knows that shop is a scam."
'What?' You felt the memory of buying these kitchen pieces shatter like mere glass in front of your eyes.
"But they were cupcakes...." You mumbled, mentally shedding a tear.
Still worth it. Mostly.
"That's why you bought them?" Oona looked completely dumbfounded. "But this looks like this could be found in a unicorn playset for 5 year olds."
"Now that's just rude." You answered dramatically back in response, puffing back up in mock defense. "Besides, I like to think even an adult can be a child at heart."
The cat toon paused, silent for a moment, an ear twitching.
"...A luxury for me." She murmured under her breath.
"The sooner you stop acting like a child, the easier life will be."
You don't think you were supposed to hear that and turned the other cheek, not wanting to cross a boundary, chewing your lip in somewhat familiarity.
You then watch her sigh and gazed back at the mug, noticing a familiar topping.
You saw her look at the wafer and made a comment, trying to lighten the mood. "I thought these wafer rolls would go well with this. Adds that crunch. Thought of adding sprinkles but I ran out. Also, I thought it'd be too much..."
"Oh..." She mumbled with a sense of surprise. She looked hesitant for a short moment as she took up the wafer roll, scooping a bit of vanilla ice cream and caramel syrup in the process. She takes a bite and you see her ears perked up as she made a sound of delight and looks to you with a glimmer in her eyes.
You chuckled before holding out a spoon to her to which she gratefully took.
"Dig in." You held up your spoon with a large grin before you all chowed down together. From the corner of your eye, you see Oona take bite after bite with a smile on her face, completely absorbed.
The greatest compliment to the baker.
As soon as the mugs were empty, you stood up to collect the tray, you chuckling silently at how Oona was completely wrapped and relaxed on the sofa. As you head to the kitchen to wash the dishes, you hear her call out to you from the living space.
"That was really delicious. But, don't you think brownies usually come in trays?" Oona remarked. "The ones you gave us a few days ago were great too but these were different."
"Probably because these were done in minutes. Just an egg, some flour, cocoa powder, some milk and a pinch of salt." You glanced at her and shrugged. " Chocolate chips if you feeling fancy. Sure, not as tasty as the ones out and fresh from the oven but these were done in the microwave."
You could feel her looking at you strangely.
"The microwave huh...? That's creative." She murmured.
"You want me to write down the recipe for you?"
"Yes please."
"Oh my Celestials, maybe I'm not gonna survive by Sunday after all."
You said this, face slammed down onto the kitchen counter. If this is how you die, might as well go down smelling like vanilla. Usually when you stay up all night trying out recipes, you have your shots of espresso to keep you all nice and dandy.
And shaking with complete enthusiasm that was certainly not from caffeine.
It was your partner, practically a lover.
'Except you had to go and have a break down without me....' You mentally bang your head onto the counter, feeling a headache coming on. 'We were supposed to be in this together...'
Get up...
'It's a luxury for me...'
You felt a dull sense of pain coming from your back as you squished your face further onto the surface, almost wanting to switch on the stove and wake yourself up from there.
WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?
"I swear I've been thinking too much lately." Voice muffled from where you were laying your head, shutting your eyes. "...I need to get a move on soon for the deliveries."
It was quiet for around what felt like five minutes. But soon, you felt a gentle peck land on your hair. Then, another and another before releasing a full attack onto your hair, making sharp movements, making you crack an eye open to see a blur of green.
"...Guacamole, what do you want?"
Your lovely bastard of a bird dropped a packet of seeds from his beak.
You groaned in exhaustion.
"Sometimes I wonder why I paid attention to you shits in the first place."
"Mama! Mama! I hear the bird lady again!"
Great.
Okay, at this point it's the psychiatrist or the landlord for the walls.
And, yet you didn't like the idea of spending your money on either of them.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — FRIDAY MORNING.
You decided to stop by the convenience store before heading to the bakery for the deliveries. Usually, you waited for the sugar and flour deliveries via call but with the fruits you ordered in bulk when you went to the marketplace yesterday, you didn't know when to expect it since you never got the idea if it was morning or afternoon since you got distracted.
Also, it felt kind of rude in your head, if the delivery guy was just left standing outside the bakery door.
'It's not the same....' You grumbled in your car as you made a turn while holding a can of coffee. It didn't hit as hard despite the word espresso in its label. 'My poor coffee maker....'
Calm down it's not dead yet.
When you go to park your car and walk up the street, you find two trucks outside the bakery and a couple of guys outside. Just from that distance, you could see the sacks of flour and sugar and wooden boxes with what you assumed to be the fruits.
'Maybe I should've went to the market another day.' You thought, sweatdropping. 'I didn't think they'd arrive at the same time.'
"Ms. Baker!" You see a familiar squirrel toon waving to you.
That's not your name but the flour and sugar supplier never listens.
"All I need is your signature here, Miss." The guy said in his professional tone. "But, we're in quite the time limit. So I need to get a move on as soon as possible."
"Ah, right..." You murmured in auto-pilot, probably from the coffee. You took the pen and clipboard and signed your name before handing it back to the guy.
"Me as well, Miss." A rosy cheek apple for a head popped out of the truck holding a pen and paper as well.
Well, doesn't he seem chipper and jolly, a quiet contrast to your insides at the moment.
"You're Ms. Clementine's brother right?" You asked, question slipping out as you sign his delivery papers as well.
"That's me! Good ol' McIntosh!" He pointed to himself proudly. "Big sis told me some sweet baker ordered a lot from us, and we couldn't be happier!"
"Well, they looked absolutely well grown..." You trailed off. At the corner of your eye, you can see the squirrel flour boy seem to be staring at the apple toon.
What.
All of a sudden you felt like bread in a basket that was only made for twos.
'Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.' You mentally deadpanned.
"This guy helped me actually." Mcintosh hitched a thumb to the squirrel with a beam, who flinched and looked embarrassed. "A hero I tell you. Told me this was the right spot and helped me with the boxes. Erm...What's your name again?"
"Name's Skippy."
"Is that so?" One glance at him and you could just clearly see the steam coming out of his head.
Oh boy.
'He's a goner......'
"Anyways, Ms. Baker, since he called you that." The apple toon scratches the back of his neck.
Still not your name, but you let it go since you the flowers surrounding the two was making it hard to comment.
"Gotta get going! Big sis and some others still have some deliveries and I'm not one to back out from promises." He exclaimed as he got back in his truck.
"Same for me as well." The squirrel toon did the same.
"Nice meeting you Ms. Baker! And to you too Skippy!" He gave a two-finger salute to him.
Oh, brother, you were better off watching a soap opera at home than these two's tension practically sparkling in front of your poor eyes. You almost pity the flour and sugar supplier if it wasn't for the fact that he was the same color as the apple toon.
"Ah, young love..." You murmured as you watch them drive off. You watch as they disappear out in the distance as if it was sunset before your eyes were then at the bulk right outside of your shop.
"How the fuck am I getting this in?" You murmured.
You really should've picked another day to do groceries.
'Well, there goes my back.' You could just feel the ache slowly awakening as you cried a flood of tears in your mind while rolling up your sleeves.
You then picked up a box of fruits, sobbing even more.
If you've just picked another day, you could have avoided the hobo-looking toon as well.
"...Do you need some help?"
Was that a choir singing? An angel appearing? You swivelled around to see a familiar customer in blue looking back at you with concern.
"Mr. Mugman! Thank goodness you're here!" You almost practically cried out with a teary smile at the sight of him, almost dropping the box in happiness . "Why, that would be just perfect!"
"Those look heavy, let me." You watch him chuckle before gently taking the box from you before. "You looked as if you were in trouble. Where do you want this?"
"Kitchen. There's an entryway to the left just behind the counter." TYou quickly unlocked the door and directed him.
"Both the fruits, flour, and sugar arrived at the same time this morning." You explained sheepishly with a grin. "I should've probably ask if they could've placed it inside instead, but I got...."
You paused, looking back at the surrounded petals between delivery boys. "...Distracted."
By the fruits of growing love. You thought to yourself with a sigh.
Pun unintended.
Mugman gazes at you in question before he moves to place them inside. "Well, at least I was around the area."
"Indeed." You nodded your head swiftly and laughed. "If that weren't the case, I would be crawling back to the apartment half dead with a backache."
His brows raised as he looks over to you while placing three sacks of flour over his shoulder.
Okay, now that's just showing off. Even you're not that strong.
"Carrying a lot like this all at once for someone like you is excessive and might destroy your spine in the long run. Your muscles would be strained from the pressure and you're a baker so that would be harder for you. And I see you move around a lot whenever I'm here, you need more rest and...."
'He's rambling.' You sweatdrop as you watch him carry the stuff to the kitchen. 'Damn, is this what I sound like when I was discussing about Pride and Prejudice?'
You felt yourself get slightly distracted as your eyes drifted from the packages to his muscles. You swear you could see his bicep straining from his sleeve.
'He could draw in the customers even I'm slightly mesmerized....' You thought to yourself before shaking that cloud from your head. 'Nope, nope, nope, he's a dear customer and fellow bookworm like you. Have more decency.'
"I've brought everything outside in." He wiped a sweat from his forehead as he walks out of the kitchen and for a second you thought you could see sparkles surrounding him.
"Is there anything more you want me to bring in?"
'Damn, he's the perfect guy.' You mentally shut your eyes, blinded by the light. 'And he hasn't been in a relationship? I'm dumbfounded.'
You then came upon a realization and blinked at Mugman who in turn raised a brow.
"What's up?"
"Actually, what were you doing around the area?" You wondered, tilting your head . "You do know CozyBean doesn't open from Friday to Sunday, don't you?"
You swear you almost saw him trip over his feet.
𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎? 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢.
𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. :𝙿𝙿𝙿
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