It was late, and what was he doing? Mindlessly sipping his over sweetened coffee and staring at the screen in front of him; the documents pulled up on his browser bathed his pale face in a gentle milky hue.

“You know,” He murmured, chewing on his metal spoon as you stood in the doorway. “I wont eat that.” His black eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of him, the keys on the keyboard clicking as he typed.

You stared down at the ‘to-go’ box you picked up from the bakery and.. altered, knowing damn well that the strawberry spongecake inside was meant to drive him unconscious.

Of course he’d figure it out, he’s L.