Sanders Sides One Shots

Strawberry Pie {Analogical}

Ship(s)?: Analogical (Logan x Virgil), Background Royality (Roman x Patton), Familial Lociet (Logan and Deceit)
AU?: Human AU
Trigger Warnings?: For once, it's a no.
Notes: This is actually one of my favorite one-shots I've written.
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The baker huffed as he placed up another pie into the oven, this one being a fresh, strawberry pie. He closed the oven, and glanced up at the clock.

6:00 am

Virgil sighed with relief. He wouldn't be opening his bakery for another two hours. The bakery technically wasn't his own, it was his dear friend Patton's bakery.

But, alas, Patton was off on a honeymoon with his newlywed husband, Roman, and Virgil was left in charge of running it while Patton was away.

Even if Patton wasn't away, Virgil would be working there anyways. Back in high school his free time, he found that baking can help out with his anxiety and even some stress. He ended up getting really good at it, and became a baker.

A couple of years after college, he found out his old friend he kept in touch with from highschool, Patton, was opening up a bakery. So he asked Patton if he could have a job there, and there he is now.

Virgil kept baking, and before he even knew it it was time for it to open up. He went to the door, flipping the sign that hung on it to 'open', and went behind the register.

It was a slow two opening hours, although Virgil kind of expected it due to it being a Saturday morning. There was little to almost no customers, so it just consisted of Virgil going back and forth from the bakery to take out the pies and other baked goods from the oven and back to the display case to set them out for customers to see.

As Virgil was just about to go back to the counter with a straight out of the oven strawberry pie, Virgil conveniently heard a 'ding!' at the door.

Strawberry pie in hand, Virgil went back to the front of the shop, setting the pie on top of the display case before looking at the customer-er, customers.

It was a rather professional looking man, wearing a black polo shirt and blue striped tie and everything, and he had a small child with him, who seemed to have two different eyes-heterochromia, most likely.

The kid seemed to be staring at the desserts, not giving caring what's

between him and the desserts. While the adult, who Virgil assumed was the father, looked rather serious in appearance.

To Virgil, he gave off a vibe of a professional businessman and a lawyer combined, ready to shut down any business that had someone look at him in the wrong way, especially with the stoic look on his face, Virgil's anxiety spiking up a bit looking at him.

Although, he had to admit the stranger was a bit on the cute side, but he was most likely straight since he had a child. So Virgil tried not to think about it and instead actually do his job.

"Excuse me, sir, can I get you anythi-"

"Can I have one of your snakes?" A child voice interrupted, racing up to the counter where Virgil was standing.

Virgil, completely confused by the child who was now in front of him, stood speechless for a few seconds and about to ask what he meant before the man behind the kid spoke up.

"He means can he have one of your cookies shaped like a snake." The man explained, monotone as ever.

Oh, Virgil thought, internally face palming. He would have never guessed that. He reached into the display case holding the cookies and grabbed one, wrapping it in a napkin and handing over the cookie to the kid. "Anything else?" He asked.