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CHB - FOUR

#EDITED#

*Olivia's POV*

I put my favorite brown coat on after taking off and fold the apron, placing it on top of the drawer.

"Mom, we're running out of the pies. I will make them again at the house." I said to her as she is still busy putting things back to its place.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I will make them. You can stay here." She offers, but I decline it politely. She agrees, then I make my way out using the only entrance at the store.

I startled, when I see him again. He is leaning against the wall opposite from my store.

Our eyes meet. It was like everything around me freezed. There is just him and I. Even people that walking blocking our sight doesn't really matter, it feels like there no barrier between us. Or maybe I am just confusing someone else to him. Why would he still be here? He looked like a guy from the United States. The way he dressed and talking. He doesn't have accent like me or I couldn't heard of any.

I begin to walk again, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my coat. I keep closed the coat to warm my body in this chilly weather.

I'm not walking that far from my store, but I could feel someone is following me. I glance over my shoulder and saw the guy I saw back in the store. A guy that buy our pies and puddings, bunch of them.

I'm still walking, but slowing my pace. The guy behind me smile. Then he catch up with me, walking beside me.

"Hi." He smile up, still walking beside me while looking at me.

"Hi." I answer politely, returning his smile. I turn my head to the street again. I slightly feel nervous around him. I remember telling myself, saying he is 'beautiful creature human being'.

His thick eyebrows, his sharp jawline. His tall and muscular body. He is definitely taller than me. I'm just at his ear tall level. Well, we kind of about the same level.

"Where are you going?" He ask.

"I'm going home. Planning to make the pies again."

"Oh yeah. By the way they are so good, like really good. Did you made them all?" I nodded my head.

"Really? And you are going to make them again?" He asks looked excitedly.

"Yes."

"Can I come and watch you make them?" I give him a confused look. "I mean, if you permit me coming with you." Now he is the one that looked nervous. His hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're not going to sell my recipes, right?" I ask in a teasing manner.

"Of course not." He answer right away. Making me chuckles. Good that he is not so tense anymore.

"Okay, I guess you can come with me. This was the first time a guy is willing to come to a cooking class." I said with a chuckled. A smile hidden on my lips. I don't wanna let it show.

"Well, I feel honored to be the first guy that even coming to your cooking class." He said. Then a smile make its way to his beautiful face. His dimples showing and the more he smiled, his dimples getting deeper.

I shook my head and said, "Let's go."

After fifteen minutes walking, we arrived at my house. I bet my father is still home. He works at night as a security guard on one of the bank in Bakewell. During the day, he took care of our farm and garden. Basically he is just taking care of the house.