salted caramel // mel & carson
@melhxnderson
There were a lot of things Carson wasn’t that great at, but being on time was an exception to that rule. If he was anything, he was punctual. Always early, even. Carson being late usually meant one of two things: one, that he was dead (probably slipped and fell in the shower, with his shit luck), or two, that he was being a motherfucker and ditching whoever he was supposed to meet.
He didn’t really have a good excuse for being late this time, in all honesty. Blacking out right before his lunch break hadn’t been fun, to say the least, but Carson was just going to treat this problem like he treated the rest of them: out of sight, out of mind. If he ignored the problem it would go away. Still, it’d fucked with him a little, but he couldn’t exactly tell Mel that was why he was over half an hour late. That’s what the cupcakes were for. It was kind of their thing now — a half dozen salted caramel cupcakes, because he and Mel were both salty and blonde.
Sure, he knew her favourite flavour was red velvet, but she didn’t need to know that he knew that.
“Hey,” he said, putting the box down on the table Mel was sitting at. “Yeah, I really have no excuse other than just being shitty, so — salted caramel cupcakes. Knock yourself out.” With that, he dragged the seat opposite her out from under the table and sat down, propping his head up on one of his hands, grinning at her semi-apologetically. “You been waiting long?”