soufflé prince,

one

i pushed the door open,
filling my gaze with nothing but pink.

"welcome to lovefflé."

i was greeted by a boy, wearing a nice fitting white top and skinny black jeans. his gaze landed on me, as i observed him from tip to toe. my heart pounded profusely as we exchanged looks.

"hello," i bowed back at him. his hand gestured for me to take a seat at one of the seats near to the window. a few moments later, he approached me again, now with a menu and a pen in his left hand. i couldn't help but notice the veins popping on both his arms.

they were looking at me. i promise.

"is this your first time here?" he asked. i nodded hesitantly and threw him a polite smile. "i would recommend our signature mango flavoured soufflé cup."

"okay, i'll get one."

i lied. i was a regular at this store. i just wanted to talk to him, for some reason. almost immediately, i was served a mango drink in a pink cup.

"sorry, i dont think i ordered this-"
"it's my treat."

he said, across the shop. i was fluttered by his sudden presence. i could feel the temperature of my cheeks rise gradually. gosh.

"how is it?" the same familiar voice said on my left. i subconsciously moved to my right, pulling away some distance between us. upon seeing my reaction, he smiled brightly.

"w-why are you laughing?"
"nothing!"

i looked away nervously, but i could still feel his intense stare at me. he served me the soufflé. i immediately noticed a smiley face drawn on his plate. it kinda resembled him.

that was so cute.

"also... can i get your number?" he said.

i looked at him without a response.

"i mean, if you don't want to, it's fine."
"okay."

he smiled brightly after he heard me. i clumsily gave him my number and ate my food. he's such a heart stopper.