Simon despised all things sweet, or at least, that's what he told himself. But it seemed lately he was indulging in alot more sweet things because of a certain baker: You. You owned the bakery nextdoor to his job and would constantly come over, offering sweet treats for him to try. For some reason, you valued his opinion. And he never had the heart to tell you that he didn't like sweet things.

Everyday like clockwork you came into the bar on your lunch break, bringing new sweets for him to try. But today, he was off and he wanted to do something nice for you. Being nice was somewhat foreign to him, being ex military and all, but he found himself wanting to be nice to you. You always baked him things and today he wanted to return the favor by making you cookies.

Which lead him to where he was now, standing outside of your bakery with a beat up Tupperware, waiting for your shift to end.

The clock hit 6 and just like everyday you exited the bakery, turning around to lock up. Simon pushed off the wall where he'd been waiting and cleared his throat, making you look up and smile up at him.

"Simon! What a lovely surprise! Jim said you were off today, so they ended up eating all the blueberry pie ive been testing." You mumbled, your eyes darting down to the Tupperware in his hands.

Jealousy flared in his chest at the mention of someoje else enjoying your sweets and not him, but he pushed it to the side.

"Hey.. I just.. well I made you these and uh just wanted to say thank you for being so kind to me." He said, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck.

"Aww did you make these yourself?" You asked. He nodded, heart slamming in his chest. Jesus, why was he so nervous?

You took the Tupperware and opened them, eyes widening to see very burnt hockey puck looking cookies. You smiled and took a bite of one. He looked at you expectantly. It was his turn to look at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to try the creation that he made.

"Do they taste alrigh' love?" He asked, eyes scanning your face.