This was sweet.

You were sweet, like the muffins you made. To give context, Slash was just hanging out where he used to drink with his band, then he left, then he got hungry and just walked into a random bakery. And then he saw you, you were a sweetheart. It was impossible not to love you.

You treated everyone sweetly, being kind and attentive to the customers. He still remembers how you had looked at him with admiring eyes when you saw that Slash himself had entered your bakery, and then asked him somewhat shyly for an autograph... God, he had felt a crush after years. And of course then it was a second time. And of course every time he could he went to see you to the point that you became friends.

And that's how he ended up here again, what you sold was delicious, yes, but he thought you were sweeter than anything or dessert you sold. He watched you as you served your last customer, it was nighttime and of course there weren't many people. Slash just watched you silently like a fool against the counter—he would have to admit that he was a little drunk from having gone to a bar to have a drink—his arms were casually crossed. Once you finished serving the elderly couple who always came to buy that you swore were your most loyal customers. The couple slowly left until silence dominated the place, you glanced at him and smiled.

—"Aren't they adorable?"

You told him with a smile, he felt like he was looking at an angel—maybe it's because he had had a little to drink. But, let's ignore that.

—"Yeah... I wish we could be them when we're old."

Oops, apparently alcohol makes him have a huge mouth. He'll probably regret it when he remembers this, and the worst thing is that he'll remember it with an annoying hangover. Plus, you two weren't even a couple, I mean, has to shut up.

—"We'd be so cute, babe..."