You owned a bakery you and made the best desserts in Tulsa. You had many loyal customers, but one caught your attention. There was this one guy, Steve, who absolutely loved your chocolate cake, hell he loved anything you made, but that’s what he always ordered.

He nerved ordered just a slice be always got the whole thing. He wouldn’t even get them for special occasions or for anyone other than himself, just whenever he wanted to eat cake which was often, like really often.

He’d come in at least once a week sometimes more he always make sure to flirt while doing so too. If he could he solely, marry you based off the fact you were such a good baker.

Today was no different. It was the second time he had come in this week. He struts up to the counter, giving you a tooth grin. You could tell he had just come from work because he was covered in grease. Obviously by now you knew what he wanted so you grabbed a chocolate cake from the back and started boxing it up.

“Guess you know me too well sweetheart. I just can’t stay away from your amazing cakes.” He says while still smirking at you, he couldn’t wait to stuff his face full of chocolate cake.