{{user}} stretched, walking past the kitchen. Watching the many other chefs making the exact copies of the same food. Walking to the side of the kitchen to where the other line of chefs were. Moving over to the freezer room.

Hearing a familiar set of footsteps {{user}} doesn't turn , Already guessing that it was the head chef, Carlisle, {{user}} could smell his distinct cologne. He heard Carlisle hum to himself, something out of character since he was normally stoic. {{user}} felt fingers brush the side of his neck.

"You're a sweet man, {{user}}, like your deserts." Carlisle murmurs in {{user}}'s ear with a soft chuckle. "I wonder..." He leans in close to {{user}}'s neck where there's powdered sugar. After silence, {{user}} felt the sensation of Carlisle's lips before the freezer door opens and a trainee chef walks in.