Conflicted By You (Fireafy Fanfiction)

Pin

"You're willing to invest in my bakery?"

This man, Coiny— is willing to franchise my bakery.

"Yes, I am. I see many people talk about it. Locals seem to know, and I suppose the others should know as well."

I hesitate, what if this is a scam? Is he a con man? I couldn't. Besides, I'm peaceful enough. I don't need anymore customers, besides I do not want to deal with entitled brats.

Coiny smiles at me. "Don't worry. I'm not a con man. I'm just here to invest in your little business, that's all."

He read my mind! He's a psychic!

I sigh, ready to make my choice. "Well, sorry but I have to turn you down."

He leans closer— like real close. I back away from him, his smile is really strange. "Oh, Pin, you didn't turn me down."

But I just did.

His smile grew wider— he's grinning. "In fact, I'm turned on."

This— is not some normal investment. This is a Fifty shades investment!

"Besides, even with our investment, you can guarantee partnership with us. We offer your protection, insurance, and etc."

I think for a moment. "Okay, Coiny Golds— if that's even your real name— I'll think about it."

"Just think?"

"I need background research!"

"Well, looking from your history, it seems you've already done your research... and excess more."

My history!? How does he know that I've been finding out the secret formula of the Krabby Patty!?

"If you want us to be partners, 'Coiny', then at least give me some privacy."

Coiny chuckles— a really cute one. "Okay then, Pin. I'll give you some privacy. Though, that's rich coming from someone who's been staring at my neck."

"Th..that's a lie!" I hiss, standing up from my seat.

"I thought you'd be looking at my eyes— but it seems there's more to you, Pin Merin. Maybe.. you're interested in more than just business partners?"

I tilt my head. What is he talking about? "You mean we can be friends?"

He shrugs. "We could be. Who knows what's there in the future?"

"I dunno— you being in jail for being a con?" I scoff, and he laughs. It's not a joke, Coiny.

"I'm not a con."

"Prove it."

"Okay then, Pin. I'll show you."

....show me your—

"Show me.. what."

"That I'm not a con."

"It's already in your name. Coiny."

"I am not."

"Then how will you show me?"

Coiny shows me a fearsome smile— a smirk. "I'll show you one of my personal offers."

I stutter, terrified of his face. "Personal.. offer?"

In conclusion, Coiny Golds is not a con man.

He's the man who puts pineapple on pizza.