Dammit.
catdad_93: most incredible you’ve ever had, huh?
I didn’t want to talk about it, to risk having to lie to him, but what else was I meant to say? Under normal circumstances, I always wanted to hear Seattle’s food adventures.
I suddenly wondered what his real name was, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
starving.in.seattle: oh yeah
starving.in.seattle: still thinking about it, it was so soft and fluffy and it had toasted chopped almonds and it wasn’t over-sweet but it was buttery and indulgent and I’m thinking about marrying one
starving.in.seattle: glad I picked up half a dozen
starving.in.seattle: the baker was cute, too
starving.in.seattle: also apparently I look like a Virgo
So it definitely was my cinnamon roll. Unless this was the most unbelievable coincidence ever.
The baker was cute?
catdad_93: are you a Virgo?
starving.in.seattle: as it turns out, yeah
starving.in.seattle: do I have to turn in my gay card for not knowing that?
I was digging myself a hole here, but I didn’t know how to stop. If I clammed up now, it’d hurt Seattle’s feelings. The whole point of not telling him he’d been in my bakery today, thatIwas the cute baker, was to stop anything from changing.
I liked things the way they were.
catdad_93: I think you’re fine
I wouldn’t know my sign if not for Dante, I didn’t add. I couldn’t risk saying anything that might clue Seattle in that he’d been in my bakery today. He didn’t even know I was a baker, as far as I remembered. We hadn’t talked about it, because…
Well, because he loved food, and I was scared of mine not being up to his standards.
Once I’d sent my response, I hauled myself off the couch for a glass of water. Dawn’s lights glowed through the window across from mine, so I didn’t even have to flick my own kitchen lights on. If only I’d asked her if there was anything I could do tonight. It’d give me something to take my mind off all of this.
A tiny meow at my feet startled me halfway through drinking the first glass of water, and I grabbed my phone to take another picture of Luna, for Seattle, because she was his favorite.
And I liked him, and I wanted him to like me. To keep talking to me.
So obviously, I could never tell him he’d been in the bakery, we’d met, Dante had been weird, and I thought he was cute too.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about how cute he was, actually, and until I’d seen the photo he posted I’d been planning to indulge in a little light fantasizing about being railed blind by a hot stranger who liked my baking enough to want to thank me for it. With his dick.
Now I just felt guilty for even thinking about it. Seattle was myfriend. And now he was a real flesh-and-blood person. Not that he hadn’t been before, but now I’d seen it for myself.
He had pretty eyes.
He’d looked so worn out that my heart hurt for him. I hoped he was resting now, and not just on the road for work or something.
starving.in.seattle: she’s so cute
starving.in.seattle: are you giving her the cuddle she wants?
I sighed and bent down to scoop Luna up, holding her close to my chest as she burst into a rumbling purr that would’ve put an outboard motor to shame.
