l thing that hasn occurred to anyone yet. Pink and a swirl of dark grey were something you don see in everybodys eye. Or am I just built differently, can a person have too many abnormalities?

”I like yours too, ” I whispered biting my lip as I styled the y in anniversary, the buttercream seeming a bit thicker to me.

”Whats your name? ” He suddenly asked.

My brows scrunch up in complete confusion.

”What? ” I blurted in plain disbelief as I paused completely, maybe if he repeated it I would hear something else.

”I asked for your name. ” He repeats. ”What is it? ”

”Oh, m-my name is Baybi, whats yours? ” I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake Im icing is more interesting than his presence. I feel so giddy, what for?

He didn say anything and I wondered if he heard me. But I know he did hear me, does he not want to answer?

”Payne. ” He said after a contemplating minute.

His voice came deep, husky, intimidating.

I stopped for a moment before looking at him – well his chest technically – a small confused frown wrinkles my brows.

”Pain? ” I questioned.

A chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink, was I making him laugh that much, or does he think Im funny?

I looked back down at the now-finished cake that was waiting to be put away, I hope the design was okay.

I mustered up my courage and slowly strained my neck up to look at his face, his hand – once again – covers his face as he chuckles, tattoos littered across his knuckles.

I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted.

He lays his hands down and looks at me, my heart dipping in whatever blood that was circulating it. He looks so handsome, yet he looks like a danger sign. I knew that if I saw this man somewhere else, I wouldve been too scared to look him in the eyes, but here I am admiring his beauty.

He put his hands back into his pockets as he looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. Then he said;

”Pain? Im far from it baby, Im worse. ” He then took a step forward, his waistline touching the marble of the counter as he lowered his height to my eye level, my neck coming down as he did.

I froze in my spot, breathing in his woody cologne. My gaze flickered to his lips. Darn, he sure uses a good chapstick, it made me think of my dried-chapped lips.

”Worse? ” I asked my voice quiet and raspy.

He shakes his head and pulls out a wad of cash, and drops it on the counter making my eyes widen.

”Uh, Mr. Payne? T-that is too much for a cake. ” I said pushing the money towards him.

He looks at me and then back at the money. He picks it up and places it back in front of me.

”Youll call me just Payne, okay? ” He said looking me dead in the eyes.

He wasn even about the money, and that made me not want to push the money back to him again. I nod meekly and just tuck the money in the register.

He gave me a satisfied nod and my cheeks flushed red for no reason. I asked him if he wanted plastic or cardboard for the packaging and he chose cardboard. As I packaged his cake, I explained to him that he should have his air conditioner on and make sure not to leave it in the car for too long.

He just hummed in response to whatever I said as he stared holes into my skull.

”Staring is rude though. ” I thought I had said to myself but he heard me.

This is what it feels like to be unfortunate.

”Is it? ” He said making the heat in my cheeks invade my neck and ears.

I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth and held it with my teeth as I handed him his box.

He tilted his head to the side and gave me one a good stare before taking the box.

”Then Im sorry. ” He said and my eyes widened.

He tugged the neck of his shirt once and then turned around and walked away.

”Wait, no, I didn mean to - ”

”Abigail? Gabrielles voice called behind me and I immediately spun to look at her.

”Huh? ”

”Dianne should take the front, we need more muffins. ” She said and disappeared back into the kitchen.

”Okay, Ill be right there… ” I said distractedly as I turned back to apologize to Payne, I wasn even surprised that he wasn there.

I nibbled on my lips as an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach, I don like that he left just like that. I didn mean to make him say sorry, I hope he understands that.

I turned to leave for the kitchen but then I stopped as a thought crossed my mind.

Does that mean I get to keep the change?

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