" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almo...
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"YOU'RE HERE? Hola.." I greet. I had a mouth drier then the desert, hands heavy as an elephant. "Gosh, my hands hurt."
Kai Suzuki, age 15 and currently single—'chill fangirls, I won't steal him from you. I only see him as a bestie.' He's a popular movie star, who was also my friend in the music industry—despite the fact that he isn't a singer and has no desire to be one in the future.
Although he looks chill and the type who's always calm and stuff during emergencies, he's actually dy-ing of anxiety on the inside.
Fun fact: On set, I saw him bump into a person. He quickly apologized to them before sprinting away at the speed of lightning.
It was in fact a mannequin.
"I got you...um..." the male nervously played with his hair. I raised my eyebrow. "I got you some of your favorite dessert."
"Oh my gosh—" I gasp as he reached behind him. "Is that a beautiful, perfectly stacked up in a pile, adorable toppings and all—my favorite, delectable, moist and fluffy of all, brownie petit—wait...isn't that your goodie container?"
'I will always remember his containers. In fact, it's burnt into my brain. I can recognize that yellow duck anywhere now!'
"I actually...m-made them myself." He mumbled, handing them over to me shyly. "I hope they aren't too bitter for you."
"Oh thank you!"
I gingerly lifted the lid up.
The sweet aroma filled the air, you could smell it from a mile away. It brought an instant delighted grin to my face.
The tiny, brownie petit fours were made like a macaroon. Circular, and filled with a type of cream. In this case, milky white cream were in the middle like a sandwich, and another one topping it off on the surface along with a fancy sprinkle of crushed hazelnut.
"Woah...so professional, Kai!" I exclaim, bringing the mini brownie closer to my face to inspect it. "These are so cute!"
This clever little rascal always likes to surprise me after a time consuming practice or—like right now—a lively concert.
His face went into a bashful state as I giggled at his reaction, taking a small bite into the treat—hoping to savor the soft texture and conflicting taste even though there's still plenty left—'I know I know! It's just a ding dang dong habit of mine!'
