Still out because of her injury, Fridolina strolled through the streets of Barcelona. A few minutes into her stroll, she comes across a bakery she hadn't seen before. Quite hungry, she walks through the inviting open door.
Walking in, she takes some time to look around, seeing how beautifully it was decorated. Stepping up to the counter, she finds someone with her back turned to her, kneading some dough. Clearing her throat, she sees that no one has noticed her presence, but sees a button on the counter.
Press 'here' for help.
She presses it and the lights flicker on and off three times. The person who was kneading the dough turned around to face Frido and she swore that she felt her heart skip a bit.
As she stared at you frozen, she didn't realize that you've just been standing in front of her waiting.
"Oh, sorry. Could I please have a, uh..."
You cut her off by waving a hand in her face. She gave you a look, but made sure she knew you were apologetic. Turning your head to the side, you point to your ears, signing how they don't work and placing a whiteboard and marker in front of her. With an awkward smile, Frido writes down her order and takes a seat at a table by a window.
It was a slow morning so when you weren't doing any baking, Frido invited you over to sit with her. Communication was difficult, but you've both made it work.
Over the course of the week, Frido has kept coming by in the mornings for one of her favorite pastries and definitely not because she wanted to see you. She would sometimes join you in the kitchen, helping— rather trying to craft some of the intricate desserts that you make daily.
Days turned into weeks and in those weeks you could only grow closer to the Swede. You've been trying to teach her some signs and she has picked it up fairly quickly. What you didn't know was that Frido had started taking some lessons on the side, wanting to be able to communicate entirely without the board.
It was three months since the first time Frido had asked you on a date, making a cute little poster board. You've been going on dates ever since, most was at each other's places or your bakery, baking being both of your favorite things to do together.
Today, today Frido was going to take you out on a very special date. Standing in front of your front door, bouquet of flowers in hand, she rings the doorbell.
You were standing in front of your bathroom mirror, touching up your makeup when the lights flickered. Finishing up, you rush to the front door and open it revealing Frido. She hands you the bouquet of flowers which you held up to your face to smell, giving her a big smile.
She leads you to the car, opening the passenger door for you, giving her a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. Blushing, ingrid hurriedly walks around to the driver's side and starting the drive to the destination.
The drive was filled music, the feeling of the bass and the way Frido held your hand kisses it every now and then relaxes you from the mystery of the destination ahead. Completely oblivious to it, Frido is nervous to what's about to come, hoping it completely goes according to plan.
The car stopping makes you look towards her, sending her a smile that makes her swoon. Taking your hand as you step out of the vehicle, she leads you to a small clearing, a picknick is set up with your favorite little desserts and food.
Looking at Frido in question, she just gives you a reassuring smile in return. You take a seat and she sits on the opposite side of the blanket. You notice her figiting a bit, so you grab her hand to comfort her. Giving it a few squeezes, she lets go, taking a few deep breaths.
"Okay. I have been practicing for a long time so I hope I don't mess up too bad." You eyes widen when you see Frido sign to you. "I've really enjoyed spending and I cannot stop thinking about you. The past few months of us going on dates made me realize that it's something I want to keep experiencing with you." Fridolina's heart is pounding. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
You soften at her words and the sight of her signing to you melts your heart.
"Frido, I can't believe this." You sign back slowly, Frido nodding in understanding. "I've enjoyed all of our time together too and would love to be your girlfriend."
Frido quickly gets up and 'round to where you sat, bringing you into her arms.
"You're my girlfriend."
"I am."
"Oh my god! You're my girlfriend!"
She wraps her arms around your waist, yours going over her shoulders as she spins you both in circles.
"You're mine." She whispers to herself in shock.
Putting you down on your feet, she places her hands on both side of you face, eyes switching from your lips to you eyes, silently asking for permission. All you do is go up in your toes, lips meeting in a fervent kiss.
Time stood still, heartbeats beating as one as you and Frido express your love through this one kiss.
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