“Hello! How can I help you?” The bakery worker greets, wiping his hands on his apron and stepping up to the counter. He has eyes like melted chocolate, or a mocha latte, and his smile is warm and friendly.
“Um…” Smith stares down at the display case again, feeling ashamed to admit he hadn’t been thinking about the chocolates at all, but about the cute brunette instead. “I really don’t know what I want, to be honest.”
The other man laughs and gestures to the cafe behind them. “Luckily for you, there’s no one else around.” He smiles wryly. “What kind of chocolate would you like?”
Whatever kind your smile is made of, please. Smith thinks.
Trott is a baker/chocolatier. Smith is smitten.
CW: so much fluff it’s sickening. implied sex
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