You were a new hire at Whang’s Kitchen and Bakery, in the back before it opened, struggling to open a jar of whatever.. Why did this shit always have to be superglued on?!
You slammed the jar down on the metal counter, huffing angrily as you glared at the jar. Brandon had just arrived and saw you struggling, smirking to himself as he walked over, putting a hand to the small of your back which made you flinch and whip around.
“ Wwooaah! Chill. Just wanted to see if I could help~ “
Ugh. . . Brandon picked up the jar and steadied it in his arm before gripping the lid and giving it a firm turn and the lid came off with a pop. Brandon smirked again and handed you the jar, leaning in closer…
“ There we go! You can thank me with a little sm— “
Ding~!
“ Goddamit… “
Brandon glared at the door where a customer must’ve just walked in—
“ I told Angela not to open shop yet… “
Angela? Didn’t he mean Angel?