My Sweet Cupcake- A Nightvale Fanfiction

Chapter 5

A hot pan full of muffins narrowly avoided hitting Carlos in the nose. Cecil sauntered out and acted like a fancy french baker. He smiled at Carlos and spoke in a terrible french accent.

"Bonjour, Carlos. Vould you like zee muffin?" Carlos giggled. He slipped a glove over his hand and opened up the glass case. "We need to put these muffins in the case." Carlos began to place the muffins in the display case. The steam rose from the muffins and fogged up the glass.

"Cecil, I'm getting hungry. Do you think you could get us some lunch? Maybe pizza." Cecil was still talking in his poor accent. Carlos couldn't help smiling.

"Oui, oui, Carlos. I vould be delighted to get zee pizza!" Carlos laughed.

"Cecil, that accent is TERRIBLE! I am begging you to stop! Go get the pizza!" 

Cecil scoffed. "Fine, Carlos. I'll get the pizza. You can stay here and NOT come with me."
"I wasn't planning on going with you." Carlos said.

"Well now you don't GET to!" Cecil quickly hung up the periwinkle apron and walked out the door. Carlos was alone in the bakery. For a few seconds. Cecil ran through the door.

"I forgot the keys!" Carlos threw him the keys and Cecil ran out again. Carlos was now alone. Before Cecil came in again with another excuse. "I forgot kisses!" Cecil ran around the counter where Carlos was and kissed his cheek. Carlos smiled.

'Are you leaving now?" Carlos asked.

"Yes. Wait!" Cecil ran to the mirror that was on the wall and smoothed his hair back. Then he walked out and left. Carlos heard the car leave. Now he was alone. He might as well make something. Probably cookies. Carlos walked to the back of the kitchen and sighed. Making sure he was alone, Carlos pulled a small box from his pocket and flipped it open. The ring was small and shiny. Cecil would love it. The silver band reflected Carlos's worried face. Carlos flipped the lid shut and put it back in his pocket. He had forgotten how to make cookies. Carlos walked over tot he pantry and pulled out some chocolate. The door rang. someone was there. Carlos shut the cabinet door and ran to the front of the bakery. It was John Peters-- you know, the farmer. He walked in and surveyed the shop with a piece of something in his mouth.

"Hey, Carlos. Where's Cecil?" John looked around like he was expecting Cecil to come out from under a table.

"He stepped out to get some lunch for us. It's just me here!" Carlos  smiled and pointed to himself. John raised his eyebrows.

"So, how's the...you know...relationship?" John asked. He leaned an elbow on the counter.

"Oh, it's good..." Carlos didn't know how to answer the question.
"So is your relationship strictly business, or...what?"

"What?" Carlos asked.

"Well, do you guys just date at work and just hang out, or do you...ya know, take it home with you..." John eyed Carlos suspiciously.

"Uh..." Carlos's cheeks went red with embarrassment. What was he trying to say? Was John implying that they--

"Well?" John asked.

"Th-that's none of your concern!" Carlos's face was crimson. He was blinking rapidly and his face was hot. He pushed his glasses back onto his nose.

"So...what'll it be?" He asked. Carlos looked at him.

"What?" Carlos's face was still red.

"What's on the menu today?" John asked. He gestured to the glass case.

"Oh, uh, we have some new chocolate muffins..." Carlos grabbed a small tissue and pulled a muffin from out of the case. He handed it to John. 

"Uh, that'll be two dollars." John pulled out money from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"Good luck." John winked at Carlos, "Hey, Cecil!" Cecil walked in with a small pizza in a box. Carlos was blushing again.

"Hey, Carlos, why are you blushing?" Cecil questioned. John laughed. Carlos's face was blood red. 

"Uh..." 

"Never mind! I got lunch!" Cecil opened the box and a big cloud of steam rose from the box, revealing a hot, cheesy pizza. Carlos's stomach rumbled. 

"Ha! Carlos, you must be hungry!" Cecil laughed.

"Where's the pizza cutter?" Carlos asked.