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Boxes Bakery boxes A lot of therab the closest one in reach and open the lid Four cupcakes fill the container Four cupcakes I made Completely untouched I set the box down and reach for another And another Each one still exactly how I delivered it No bites taken None of the icing saave to Mason on the sidewalk thewe met The only cupcake that has been disturbed is the dolce and banana I tasted for hiive hi them

Why? Does he not like cupcakes? Fuck, if that’s the case, why is he allowing me to make it rain desserts every time we see each other?

I put the boxes back on the shelf and grab soh When I push the studio door open, I charge at Mason with e filled with cupcakes? What is going on?"

The set those words out

I lower the bottle I alet what I just said

He looks unco about the sidehile he rubs the back of his neck

But damn it, I want to know I’ anywhere until he explains what I’ve just discovered

With a sigh, he pushes away fro his shoulders "Because youa foot away "I don’t eat stuff like that, Brooke I haven’t in a long time"

"So tell me and I won’t push the"

"I don’t eat the them You’re so proud of what you make I am too"

Whatdid he just say?

I stare at hi fro I chew nervously on the inside of my cheek

He keeps theht-up filthy one minute and this sweet the next? He’s like this beautiful balance of dark and light, dirty and decent, and he seeiveone cupcake because I le one