What If I Lived a Lie? [You Me at Six]

Chapter Two: Baking & Pink Aprons.

“Well, aren’t you charming?” Hunter quickly retorted, an eyebrow arched and an amused smile present on her lips.

“Call me Prince Charming.”

“I thought you said to call you Dan?”

“And you say I’m the one who’s quick on their feet?”

“You’ve got the whole quick-witted Brit thing over me!”

He took a pause, using a brilliant smile to fill the brief silence, “You’ve got the gorgeous American girl thing over me. Literally, it’s driving me absolutely mad right now. I mean, how are you this gorgeous?” His smile grew impossibly more brilliant as he leaned against the counter, his weight propped up seemingly effortlessly on one elbow.

Hunter’s cheeks flushed a bright red and she found herself almost replying, until three other guys walked in, laughing about something one of them had said.

“Dan!” the tallest of the small group said, “What have you been doing in here, all this time? Flirting with this lovely lady here? She’s blushing which means she’s either flattered or flustered,” the man finally turned to Hunter, offering her a toothy grin, “Am I right?”

“S-something like that, yeah.”

“I am Matt,” he said, the grin never once leaving his face, “and you are?”

“Hunter,” Dan responded almost curtly, “and we were talking before you interrupted, Matthew.”

“Ooh, Matthew,” the second boy mocked, both brows shooting up nearly to his hairline, “Am I in trouble, Daniel?”

Dan glowered at his friend, about ready to say something before one of the other guys interrupted, “Hey, I have an idea, if it’s alright with Hunter,” he paused then, looking to Hunter with a gracious smile, “I’m Max, by the way.”

“Hey, Max,” Hunter responded quickly, a smile of her own on display for the other guy as she felt herself relaxing more and more in front of her… interesting first round of customers.

“While we’re waiting for our fashionably late lead singer, maybe Hunter here could show us a few things about baking..? It might help us pass the time a little quicker plus—”

Hunter had to interject there, or at least she had inhaled to interject there, causing the man to stop midsentence. It was just that… she didn’t really feel comfortable; Olivia wasn’t there yet, she hadn’t called back yet to give any update, how would she feel about there being strangers behind the counter? Then again, knowing her, she would most likely say, ‘Hunter, there were guys here flirting with you and you turned them away?!’ Olivia had always been a tad bit more boy crazy than Hunter, but that had been true since they started being friends when they were 14. Hunter would glare at her in response, and Olivia would most likely laugh then  amend her statement to, ‘If you don’t get any bad vibes about them, you feel safe and confident about this, then I would say go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?’

“Hello, earth to Hunter?” the only one of them who hadn’t spoken yet said, noting her confused expression, he quickly added, “I’m Chris.”

“Um… Yeah, sure, guys, as long as you’re prepared to clean up any mess you make… And wear pink aprons.”

And, surprisingly enough, she’d never seen four guys more excited to wear pink aprons and bake. But, hey, she certainly was not going to complain. She watched the troupe of men travel behind the counter and sling aprons around their necks before turning to her, asking her what they should make.