Mash

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The following is an extract of the next chapter ^0^/



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"Mr. Mason," It was Thursday morning—exactly three days since I started—and I had arrived an hour before just to ensure that everything would run smoothly. How this never seemed to work out for the past three days, I wasn't too sure. Apparently there was no correlation between coming earlier and having a smooth day at work.

"Mm?" He acknowledged the greeting upon passing my desk, crossing the room to his office. "Early again today, huh."

"I'll have your coffee ready in a moment, Mr. Mason. Then I'll brief you on today's schedule."

"Good. Thanks."


"Um!" I said suddenly.

Blake turned.

Oh God this is so embarrassing.

"Uh, well—I. Um."

"Yeah...?"


"I was wondering if you like mashed potatoes."


My superior laughed shortly.

"Yeah I do. Why?"

"Oh," I smiled hopefully. "Uh, I can make really good mashed potatoes."

"And...?" Blake prompted.

"A-And I was thinking of making you some since I owe you breakfast," I spluttered quickly, words spilling out before my mind caught up with the registration.

I wasn't exactly thinking.


I mean—which secretary would be in the right mind to ask his boss out?


"Sure," Blake shrugged. "Just make sure they're as good as you say they are."

I practically lit up inside. "Of course! I swear on it. They're as good as they can get. Are you free this Saturday?"

"Mm...not in the morning but how about noon? We'll make it lunch then."

"Okay," I nodded, excited.

"So my place or yours?"


What.


"Uh, what? Sorry—what?"

Blake looked at me as if I was crazy. "I asked if it's going to be my place or yours."

I knew my face had to be redder than Rudolph's nose because everything felt completely hot and stuffy—including the hot thing before my eyes. "Uh, I...w-why?"

"What, are you going to make mash out of nothing? Don't you need to boil them? You're not going to need a kitchen or something?" He frowned as if I was asking the obvious.


Oh.

Oh, that.


"Ohhh, yeah. Yes. Of course," I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying my best to calm the racing heart that thundered against my chest. It was so loud that I was sure he would have heard it had he been standing a little closer.

Blake smirked with a low laugh. "O...kay. My place then."

"What—I mean yeah, sure. Definitely. Uh, address...?"

"It's a little hard to find so I'll meet you at the station or something. Text you tomorrow."

He disappeared into the office, leaving me with an open mouth and unblinking eyes.


Woah. Did. Did that just—



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A/N: Uwaa /.\ thank you for reading up to this point my dear. This story is available on a site called Radish Fiction. It's an app for iOS! The first three chapters are free to read, but the fourth onward is exclusive ;_; 

Half of what I receive will go to organizing learning activities for autistic children.

The purchase is made by chapter, so if you're really supportive you can buy a chapter that comes out weekly ;_; Well I hope. Since Ace and Blake's story is kinda new and I have to juggle three stories at the same time ;_; (but I think Ace is really funny so I enjoy writing him a lot hahaha I can really relate to him because he's so unlucky I swearrr) 

I apologize if you like this story very much and can't read it...;_; but money doesn't fall from the sky and I really want to do something for these children. I feel apologetic to you at the same time, so I will make the effort to put up previews of the next chapter here on Wattpad so that you'll know a bit of what's happening ;v; 


I love love love love love you


-Cuppiecake. 

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