twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's a single dad | josh dun

You wipe down the counter, removing the thin layer of crumbs from the previous day. You walk to the door to your bakery, flipping the sign to say "open."

A man walks in with a young girl, who has long, brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her cheeks are rounded, her outfit consists of mainly pink. The man, who's hair is dyed, and arm is tattooed, holds her hand as he walks toward the counter. The man is rather attractive; you can't help but look at his hand for a wedding ring. He must be a single dad, no ring. He smiles at you, then looks down at his daughter who pulls on his hand.

"Hi, how can I help you?" you say, smiling at the two.

"Daddy, can I get a cookie?" the child asks, smiling largely and hopefully up at her father. The man squats down to be her height, and looks through the glass case to see various baked goods.

"What kind of cookie? Look, there's chocolate chip! That's your favorite," the man says, overly excited to make his daughter happy. Frankly, it was adorable; the way he connected with his daughter was the most joyful thing. She had his smile; wide and genuine.

The man's daughter nods excitedly at him, wanting the cookie.

"You know, I just made a batch of fresh chocolate chip cookies with extra chocolate chips. How about I grab you one of them?" You say, smiling at the girl. She excitedly nods, then holds her father's hand again.

After ringing them up, you walk to the area of your bakery where the baking happens, grabbing two cookies for the man and his daughter. As you turn around, you see the man has joined you, and is in a spot where he can see his daughter—who is sitting at a table—and talk to you.

"Thank you for being so kind," the man says, smiling at you. "I'm Josh by the way."

"Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you say, smiling back. "Your daughter is adorable, she's really sweet."

"Yeah, she is. I'm really thankful for her," he says, looking over at the girl.

"I'll bet she wants her cookie," you say, giggling.

"Probably," Josh replies, chuckling. The two of you walk to the table, and you set the cookies down with napkins underneath for the two to enjoy.

"Thank you!" the girl says, her smile bigger than ever.

"Of course! Enjoy," you say, still smiling. Lord, that child's smile is contagious.

"Any chance I could get your number? You seem really sweet, I, um, yeah," Josh stutters, obviously nervous.

You walk to the counter, pulling a pen out of the container of other writing supplies, and write your phone number on his napkin.

"Call me anytime," you say to him, walking back to the counter once more, ringing up other customers as the day flies by.