Susan was busy at the bakery with a hectic weekend with loads of work, baking different varieties, packing, and deliveries.
It was getting dark at night until they were finished. Colt said to Susan, "You may be tired. Get home and rest. I manage the rest of the work with Phil before leaving home." She agreed and took her bag, packed some deserts to take home, and left the store after bidding good night to Colt and Phil. Colt and Phil took the orders for delivery with them by locking the store.
Susan walks alone in the quiet street. Suddenly she heard footsteps following her tracks, stopped her step forward, and wanted to turn back to see who it was, but she was scared. The footsteps reached her, and she felt strange. The perfume of the person behind her felt familiar, simple remembering, and she turned around to face him, saying, "Do you want to scare me to death?"
Jake asked, looking at her calm face, "You look relaxed. How did you guess it was me?"
"Your perfume. It's a rare one."
"I applied it in the evening. Does it still smell?" By sniffing his t-shirt. "Yeah, it is."
"Why you're following me?" she started walking to her home.
"I came to the nearest store to buy some deserts. I saw you walk out of the store. I want to call you. Later, I thought I would try to scare you. But I failed." Walking along with her.
"I know you have a sweet tooth. Wait!" she stopped and gave him the deserts she took home.
For a moment, Jake had doubts about 'How she knew that I like desserts? We became friends recently and never talked about our favorites.'
Jake had a bite of muffin and said to her while enjoying it, "Wow! It tastes awesome."
Susan smiled, seeing him enjoying her muffins, "It's a new flavor that I tried today. I used cranberry pulp to fill the muffin. How does it taste?"
"It's delicious. I don't know you work in the bakery." At the same time, walking with her, enjoying his dessert.
"It's my mom's bakery. I help her sometimes, and she pays me for it. Later, it became a hobby to invent new varieties of deserts according to customer taste, and I make some improvements in my recipes to make them tastier." She explained.
"Wonderful. I love the blueberry muffin which was sold in your store. I love it. Don't say that it was your recipe."
She muttered, "I knew." smiling sneakily.
"Was it?" he asked, gazing at her, to which she nodded in response.
Jake appreciated her baking, "nice," they smiled awkwardly, and he tagged her home.
She welcomed him after unlocking the door. He gets inside her home along with her. She asked him, "Is there any urgency to go home?"
He wondered by her question, shook his head, and said, "no."
"Nice," she went to her room, kept her backpack aside, and reached downstairs. He was quietly looking around.
She arranged some soft drinks and snacks and asked him, "Are you okay with watching a movie?" He agreed with her as he didn't want to spend his weekend alone.
Both sat on the couch next to each other. Both enjoyed watching movies and having fun together, fighting to protect their favorite film next in line. At last, they agreed on his favorite, a romantic movie.
After some time, his eyelids feel heavy. He slowly shuts his eyes, slips his head on her shoulder, and falls asleep. She was startled for a moment and insanely anxious, calming herself by taking a deep breath and slowly shaking his hand to wake him up.
He was in a deep sleep and decided to let him crash at her home tonight. She made him sleep on the couch, put on the blanket, and saw his messy hair was troubling him to sleep, which was falling over his eyes.
She hesitates to touch him to move his hair at first, but she moves his hair slowly with her index figure and says to herself in her mind, 'I never thought I would get a chance to get this close to you. I wish I could tell you that… I like you.'
Jack suddenly turned his side, and she was about to fall onto him but stopped herself. She tensed as he was close. She could feel his breath on her face. Her eyes rolled onto his face, stopped at his lips, wanted to kiss desperately, closed her eyes, and gently touched her lips against him and kissed softly.
Later, she wondered after realizing she had stolen her first kiss from him when he was asleep. She runs into her room awkwardly, thinking, 'why couldn't I control myself? If he was awake, what might he be thinking of me? I need to be extra careful when he is around me alone.'
She plopped onto her bed and reminisced about her kiss by touching her lips, which made her feel the soft touch of his lips on her, which got a smile on her face and covered her face with a comforter, feeling shy, and got to sleep.