Hisoka POV:
I walked down the streets, the smell of cookies and fresh bread filling my lungs. I could tell where I was already, the bakery. Its my favourite place to go, not because of the food itself but because the smell of freshly baked dough brings me back to a time when my mother and I would bake together. We would always sing a song, how did it go..? "Oh when the early morning birds fly down from the tree, you know its time to bake a pie or three~ See Mother dearest knows, the way to a bakers heart~ Is to bake a pie when the day starts~ And if he were to ignore youuuu~ Darling its no worry, I adore youuu~ My sweet little apple pie~ Mother joins the Angel's flying high~" I snickered to myself. I know the words had no meaning then but now they're special to me.
I passed the Bakery at this point. Not wanting to distract myself from what I came for. I walked into a nearby store and sighed, walking down the almost empty aisles I hummed to myself. I was looking for something, Pasta to be exact, I had fully intended on making something pleasant for dinner. However, I couldn't find any of the right ingredients, what a shame..
I thought Hope was lost until! I turned my head to see a short woman, her hair in a bob cut and her eyes a dark Hazel, she was beautiful. Almost Godlike. She was so ethereal.. I shook my head as I noticed she had a name tag along with the logo of the store. It read... Dora.. Such a sweet name for the angel I had laid my eyes upon.
"Pardon me ma'am, would you happen to know where the pasta is?" I asked her in my soft yet somewhat naturally seductive voice. I saw a faint blush creep up on her cheeks, did I do that? No.. of course not, its probably hot in here. She tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded "Sí! This way Sir." She walked off down the aisle and I followed her closely. In that moment I wondered, would she ever, walk down the aisle for me? I can only hope so..
Dora's POV:
As the tall man followed me, I could sense his presence. It was threatening yet somewhat comforting. Knowing such a strong, seductive male would follow me. He only likes me for my pasta though.. God this is impossible.. he's so pretty and have you seen his jaw line? Ugh! He's perfect, but he wouldn't love me..
I hummed, taking the long route because I wanted to keep him close to me for longer. I felt safe with him. Like a baby bird trusting its mother. What was his name I wonder.. Its probably something beautiful like Lucia or Orion, he's so God Like its unbearable. I can only hope to be in his dreams tonight.. he's unreal, so handsome and he lives so close to me? Its like heaven.
I could hear his footsteps close by me as I bent down to grab him a bag or two of pasta "Here you go Seníor~! I hope you continue shopping with us. The security staff seem to like you a lot." I bluched a deep red before twirling my hair in my finger.
I hope we see eachother soon...
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