A pair of costume wings sloped out from his shoulders as if he’d worn them all his life. The wide feathers accentuated the statuesque slope of his waist. His silver-white hair combined with his youthful face gave his beauty an ethereal quality.
My man would be making bank in tips tonight. As long as no one got too jealous and stiffed him because of it.
“Hey pidge,” he called.
“You’re the one with wings, today. You look amazing,” I told him, feeling up his arms despite my best attempts to stay professional.
“You like ‘em?” He flexed, twirling so I could get the full picture.
“Y-yes. They suit you. Are they yours?”
“For tonight.” He plucked the string of my antennae and smirked. “You’re like a little lovebug.”
“I thought it’d be fun to dress up.” Though I'd aimed for cute over hot.
He leaned in close enough that his breath tickled my ear. “I think it’s more fun to dress down.”
“Angel.” I giggled and nudged his chest. “You’re at work.”
“Never stopped us before. What’re you here for?”
Him.
No, cake.
“I have some deliveries,” I said.
“Oh,” he said flatly. So disappointed.
“Here’s one present for the cutest guy in the world.” I kissed the corner of his mouth.
He blushed and tucked his hair behind his ear. “Thanks. I’ll have to give you a tip later. As you know, it’s a big one.”
I stuttered out a laugh. How was he still able to shock me this long into our relationship?
He winked at me, then slipped past the counter to get my orders ready.
I hoped we could make each other feel this happy forever, whether it be from a stupid pick-up line or a cute accessory. I didn’t have a clear picture of where we’d be: hospital hallways, private clinics, inside cars, or at the beach. All I knew for sure was that being around him made me feel like the best version of me.
“Did you personally decorate any of these cupcakes?” I asked.
He handed me a to-go bag. “Nope. There’s only one cake I’ve decorated today, and it’s not for sale.”
“I bet it’ll be delicious. Although I doubt anything can top your last one.” It’d been the ultimate love-filled confection. And confession.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”
I couldn'twaitfor us to get off work tonight.
After wishing him luck, I hurried to fulfil the rest of my orders. As I was organizing them, I realized one delivery address was my parents’ place. To Jen. I checked the customer’s phone number and my blood ran cold.
Jen’s baby daddy.
I hadn’t heard from him since his awful texts. That I was nothing. No one. And now, I was supposed to be his delivery lady?
I huffed and snatched a few more items. I’d shown Mom his texts during a calm moment after Jen’s delivery. She’d saved the screenshots in case they ever needed them as proof of harassment for a custody battle.
“He’s an idiot. And he’s not welcome in my house until he apologizes to all of us,” Mom had said.
