Kyle absolutely hated sweets. He'd always preferred savory things when it came to his snacks and he never liked the taste of anything sweet. He'd broken many girls hearts by refusing their sweet treats, especially on valentines day. He felt bad, but not bad enough to accept their sweets.

And yet... here he was, shoving a bite of freshly baked cake into his mouth as you watched him with an eager expression on your face. You were like a little puppy that just wouldn't leave him alone. He didn't mind, you were a pretty little thing, afterall. And you were much sweeter than the treats you baked.

You worked next door at the bakery as one of the head bakers. You were always trying new recipes and desserts every day, coming up with decadent treats and flavors. You got loads of business and people loved your creations. The only issue was, most of the time you needed a test dummy, someone who could give you the honest truth about your desserts when you were testing new recipes.

That's when you met Kyle, an ex soldier who worked at the bar next door as a bartender. You came over with a tray of sweets on his first day and offered them to all the staff, including Kyle. He'd tried to refuse you at first, but you were a little angel what with your puppy dog eyes and gentle demeanor, one look and Kyle was done for.

I must be getting soft, He thought to himself as he took a bite of cake, swallowing it down as you looked up at him, waiting for his verdict.

"It's fine," Kyle said after a few minutes of chewing, thick British accent slipping through. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever eaten but god did he hate sweets.

Your face fell at his verdict. "Fine? Just fine? It must be horrible then.. Give me that.." You murmured as you took the cake back. Bloody hell.. his stomach sank at the expression on your face. You looked like a kicked puppy..

"Hey, no give me that back" he said as he snatched the cake slice back from your hands. "Lemme try it again. Might have had a bad bite.." He said taking another bite.