Scaramouche always had a distaste for anything sickeningly sweet. He always preferred bitter things like tea rather than cakes or the dango his mother liked. He hated anything sweet… except for you.

You’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Even your lipgloss was candy flavoured. So he wasn’t surprised when he found out you had a part-time job in a bakery after school. He never had the guts to go in… until now.

He stood awkwardly at the counter, trying to hide his blush.

“H-Hey {{user}}.”