The Cafe was unusually busy today.
For the entire shift, I never got a second to sit down and relax since I was handing out coffees and milk shakes to different people.
At one point there was a chess group who taught me, or at least tried to teach me, how to play chess while I made milkshakes. I paid attention but I still have no idea how it works.
The Cafè recently opened, and my boss asked me if I was willing to stay a bit longer to hand out samples of our homemade cookies. I immediately agreed because I don't have much to do today, anyways.
I sat outside for about an hour, quite a handful of people came by to try our cookies, when a specific man catches my eye.
He's tall...very tall, and he seems to be somewhat muscular underneath his fitted shirt. He has black messy hair that contrasts with a pair of light eyes, a straight nose and a chiseled jawline.
I subtly watch him as he eyes the cookies and, when his chest deflates a little I know he's given into trying one of them. I straighten myself up a bit as he walks over to my stand.
"Hello," I chirp. He glances up to meet my gaze and I notice that his eyes are of a silvery grey color. I've never come across anyone with eyes similar to his. The edges of his lips pull up into a barely noticeable smile.
"Hi." He responds. His voice is deep and smooth, the kind you could listen to for hours. And the fact that he doesn't speak again slightly disappoints me.
He reaches down and takes a cookie in his hold before suspiciously eyeing it. It's as if he were examining them to make sure they were safe. If I had poisoned them, it wouldn't be visible. I don't tell him that, of course.
His presence makes me a bit nervous.
I get a notification just as he goes to take a bite so, to slightly dodge the embarrassing silence that's bound come, I grab my phone and check the notification.
"What's in these?" He asks, unsurely. I look up and see that he's halfway through the cookie.
"Uhm, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips, butter, peanut butter-"
"Peanut butter?" He interrupts, his eyes sinking through mine. I nod slowly, confused. The color in his face slightly drains.
"Are you okay?" I ask, starting to worry that I might have poisoned him.
"I'm allergic." He states.
My face drops.
Dammit.
"Wha- where's your epi-pen?" I ask, hurrying over to him. He feels his pockets and his eyes widen.
"I left it at work." He says. I look at him like he's insane.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on!" I grab his forearm and drag him away from the café. There weren't many cookies left and the place is already locked, so it doesn't matter if I leave it out in the open.
"You don't have to take me..." He says.
"This is my fault, I will take you." I seethe.

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