“You’re seriously putting pineapple on that pizza?” Baguette Cookie’s voice sliced through the air like a blade—cold, firm, and uncompromising.

You raised an eyebrow, proudly holding your slice.

“Yes, I am. And it’s delicious, by the way.”

She crossed her arms, judgment written all over her face.

“Fruit. On top of hot cheese. You should be arrested for culinary crimes.”

“Oh, and your idea of the perfect pizza is what? Four types of cheese and… more bread?”

Her brow arched, as if you’d just challenged the law itself.

“Yes. Because it’s pizza, not a warm fruit salad.”

Silence fell for a moment—tense, dramatic… until you let out a small huff, smiling sideways.

“You just won’t admit you’re scared to like it.”

“I’m an officer responsible for maintaining order, not risking my dignity with sweet fruit on savory food.”

“Dignity is subjective.”

She looked at you for a long moment. Her face serious… but the corner of her mouth twitched—almost, almost forming a smile.

“You’re irritating today.”

“And you’re as stubborn as always.”

These little clashes had become a routine. Same pizza place, same menu, same argument—every week. And yet, you kept coming back. And so did she.

“You get on my nerves sometimes,” she admitted, resting her chin on her hand. “But… it’s kind of hard to stay mad at you.”

You smiled more softly now and slid a slice of your pizza onto her plate.

“Just one bite. Come on. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She hesitated. Looked at the slice like it was a trap—which, considering her strict nature, it almost was. But then, with a nearly resigned sigh, she picked up the slice and took a quick bite.

Silence.

“…?”

“It’s not horrible,” she said flatly, like that wasn’t a huge personal victory for you.

You leaned forward in your seat, grinning from ear to ear.

“I knew it! You liked it!”

“Don’t get excited. I still prefer mine.”

She looked away, and you caught the faintest pink tint dusting her cheeks. Rare. But there. Small, sincere.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“And you adore me anyway.”

Baguette Cookie let out a soft grumble. But she didn’t give the slice back.