Gerard 'Gibsie' Gibson had been working all summer at his family’s bakery, juggling early mornings at the shop with rugby training alongside his best friend, Johnny. Despite the chaos of his days, one thing stood out—you.

Every week, like clockwork, you came in and ordered the same thing: a chocolate chip cookie. It didn’t take long for Gibsie to notice. What you didn’t know was that he’d been the one making those cookies all summer, perfecting his mother’s recipe to make them softer, chewier, and, in his humble opinion, the best in town.

When you walked in today, Gibsie immediately smirked, leaning on the counter as you approached.

“Hey there. You want your usual?” he teased, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My… usual?” you repeated, a little thrown off.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “A soft and chewy chocolate chip cookie. You’ve been buying one every week.”

You felt your cheeks warm, unsure if you were more flattered or embarrassed that he’d noticed.