Pretend You Didn’t See That ( mason + abigail )
Mason looked up from whipping down the counter to see Abigail Winslow walking through the door. "Are you here for pie?” He asked, half teasingly as he was almost certain that she -- the other piemaker of Walcott -- was not there for that purpose. “Can I take this as a sign of surrender?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
He whipped his hands on his apron and rested them firmly on the counter. He felt uncharacteristically calm and cool in her presence today. He didn’t know what was the cause of this bout of confidence (perhaps that award winning blackberry pie that was moments away from perfection, because it certainly wasn’t the last minute haircut he’d tried to give himself last weekend), but he decided not to question it.
He held up a figure as he turned to get the pie out of the oven, but he moved around too quickly and knocked over several coffee mugs and all he could do was watch in slow motion as they fell to the ground and smashed.
And just like that: confidence gone.