The warm breeze carries the taste of buttercream to his tongue as he makes his way into the lower level of the bakery. As the sun shines down onto the streets below, the heat increases just so as the rays reflect off the black pavement nearby. Ducking into the display room, he can still feel that heat as it isn’t quite warm enough to switch fully over to air conditioning yet.
Still, the door is propped open to provide the wafting scents of sugary frosting and light and fluffy cakes. Larry rubs his hands together as he eyes the selection of delectable treats, trying to determine which would be his choice for the day.
Marian comes up from behind the counter, featuring three shelves that you can see through the glass. Flashing him a smile, she leans one elbow on the tall display case. “What’ll it be today, Larry?”
He muses for a moment, before taking another deep breath of the scents of cinnamon, fruit and sugar. “I think I’m feeling fruity. Got any of those blueberry cupcakes?”
“Whadaya know. We just got a batch out of the oven. You might have to wait a couple minutes for us to frost it though.”
“That’s fine,” he smiles as his eyes glance around to see if there are any small tables and chairs available for him to wait. The tiny setups are twisted from white wires that wind and curl their way to the table or seat they hold in place. Along the walls are painted spring-like floral scenes that can be quite the boon in the cold of winter. “Finally starting to get warm out there.”
“Wouldn’t know,” she smirks. “I spend my whole day in front of an oven.”
“You know, you should get out every once in a while,” Larry grins, resting an elbow on the table. “Get some fresh air.”
She raises an eyebrow at him, before blowing a strand of curly hair out of her face. “Are you asking me out, Larry?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as all that.” He would absolutely go so far as all that. Marian is lovely, and as far as he’s aware, she isn’t wearing a ring. “But if no one else were around to take you out, I would certainly love to pick up the slack.”
“Mmm, unfortunately I do have someone to do that.” She reaches over, placing a blueberry cupcake on top of the counter, with a swirl of vanilla buttercream on top.
“My loss is their gain,” he says whole heartedly.
After paying for his dessert, he lifts the cupcake by the side and tips the icing away from him, taking a big bite of the cake first. The tart sweetness of the blueberries explodes on his tongue, mingling with the light texture of the cake. If he were to die right then and there, he would die a happy man.
“Mmmm.” The sound comes out of him like a moan as he chews. When he finally swallows, he looks over to her with a nod. “Whoever you do go home to, Marian, they must be a very happy man.”
Marian laughs as he turns to leave, resting her arm on the display case again. “I’ll be sure to let my wife know you think so.”
Larry’s eyes bug briefly, before shrugging as he continues on his way. “Lucky girl.”
4/28/2021 | challenge: roll a prompt | original | 564
Still, the door is propped open to provide the wafting scents of sugary frosting and light and fluffy cakes. Larry rubs his hands together as he eyes the selection of delectable treats, trying to determine which would be his choice for the day.
Marian comes up from behind the counter, featuring three shelves that you can see through the glass. Flashing him a smile, she leans one elbow on the tall display case. “What’ll it be today, Larry?”
He muses for a moment, before taking another deep breath of the scents of cinnamon, fruit and sugar. “I think I’m feeling fruity. Got any of those blueberry cupcakes?”
“Whadaya know. We just got a batch out of the oven. You might have to wait a couple minutes for us to frost it though.”
“That’s fine,” he smiles as his eyes glance around to see if there are any small tables and chairs available for him to wait. The tiny setups are twisted from white wires that wind and curl their way to the table or seat they hold in place. Along the walls are painted spring-like floral scenes that can be quite the boon in the cold of winter. “Finally starting to get warm out there.”
“Wouldn’t know,” she smirks. “I spend my whole day in front of an oven.”
“You know, you should get out every once in a while,” Larry grins, resting an elbow on the table. “Get some fresh air.”
She raises an eyebrow at him, before blowing a strand of curly hair out of her face. “Are you asking me out, Larry?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as all that.” He would absolutely go so far as all that. Marian is lovely, and as far as he’s aware, she isn’t wearing a ring. “But if no one else were around to take you out, I would certainly love to pick up the slack.”
“Mmm, unfortunately I do have someone to do that.” She reaches over, placing a blueberry cupcake on top of the counter, with a swirl of vanilla buttercream on top.
“My loss is their gain,” he says whole heartedly.
After paying for his dessert, he lifts the cupcake by the side and tips the icing away from him, taking a big bite of the cake first. The tart sweetness of the blueberries explodes on his tongue, mingling with the light texture of the cake. If he were to die right then and there, he would die a happy man.
“Mmmm.” The sound comes out of him like a moan as he chews. When he finally swallows, he looks over to her with a nod. “Whoever you do go home to, Marian, they must be a very happy man.”
Marian laughs as he turns to leave, resting her arm on the display case again. “I’ll be sure to let my wife know you think so.”
Larry’s eyes bug briefly, before shrugging as he continues on his way. “Lucky girl.”